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Royal Wedding

The Royal Wedding?  What of it?  I remember the Charles and Diana fiasco very well.  I doubt whether this will compare.  Not for those of us who sat through it all before.  My friend Dan is in London covering the show for WWD.  My ears burning, I called him just as he was having afternoon tea with CP.  It cheered me up immediately speaking to them both.  Dan covered the Charles and Diana wedding for CNN.

I don’t have anything to say about Catherine Middleton nor William for that matter.  Their relationship seems very ‘modern’ which makes the entire event less relevant somehow.   Two youngish people getting married in grand circumstances for the sake of the British people and the Commonwealth.

I will be interested to see the dress.  Less interested to imagine how much this pantomime will cost the British people.  Expensive no doubt.

My brushes with the Royal Family over the years have been brief but fascinating.  The Queen, Princess Diana, Princess Michael etc.

Obama released his ‘long form’ birth certificate which had the effect of trumping Donald Trump‘s absurd ‘birther‘ nonsense.  More importantly I felt a great deal of immediate sympathy for The President.   Unusually.

Today, Miles has gone off to help Jennifer with her box delivery and Robby is running errands for his WeHo boss.

The little dog and I walked the new road and back again through searing heat.

I have devoted this week to gardening.  Planting Basil and Thyme. Sweeping paths, trimming shrubs.  Whenever I am in the garden the Little Dog helps out by digging random holes.  Since seeing the dog with the snake bitten face I am a little more cautious about him freely exploring the garden.

The boys generate a huge amount of laundry which I tackle with aplomb.

When Miles returned yesterday from a day on the beach we grilled pork loin and sat in the garden eating our simple dinner.  We discussed his burgeoning relationship and his understandable fears.  Before I gave my advice I warned him that my experience of relationships is woefully inadequate.  I didn’t really want to add my ha’penny worth.  I tried changing the subject.

We watched The Edge which is an appalling film.  Miles, a great fan of David Mamet, thinks the film ‘great’.  Now, I may not know about relationships but I know about films.   Tony’s performance was the only thing worth watching.  Making the best of a bad job.

I went to bed thinking about Miles.  I hope he understands that I know nothing special about love or sex or relationships.  One just makes it up as ones goes along.  Reinventing what may or may not work as opportunities present themselves.

My own relationship carnival begins the moment I step off the plane in NYC.  A film crew waiting for me with my sweet D.