I have a confession to make. I
don’t know if you’d call it an addiction, obsession just seems too strong and
fascination a bit weird. Whatever it is this week I have had to finally admit
that I have it.
It crept up on me before I was really aware
what was happening. Around about last November time I had an overwhelming desire
to plan a day trip to Anglesey. Just to take V somewhere I used to go regularly
as a child. Of course.
I may have picked up the odd
magazine that had her picture on the cover. But that was because there were
some interesting articles in there that I wanted to read. Obviously.
Then I found myself waiting to
the end of the news to see the footage of their first public engagements. Well
it’s the news. It’s educational.
Then with the wedding approaching
and memorabilia available at every turn I trawled the internet deciding what I
should buy. As an investment for the future you understand.
At last the day itself came and I
planned a champagne brunch in front of the TV. My mum made a big occasion of watching
the Royal weddings when I was little and I have lovely memories so I wanted to
make this one a special day for V to remember. And after all it was history in the making.
And so it should have ended.
Except it didn’t. If anything it got worse. I got all the Sunday papers to pour over the
pictures. I told hubby I would love him forever (and do the dishes while he was
out) if he’d get me the souvenir issue of Hello on the Tuesday. I mean, if I keep
these they’ll be useful when V has a school project one day.
Then there were the pictures of
her shopping at Waitrose, the reports on the honeymoon, meeting with the Obamas.
I devoured every column inch (and had a few more dishes to wash) I haven’t
owned this many weekly glossies since Posh Spice married that footballer and
reigned supreme on the front of OK for an eternity.
It was when I saw the trailer for
ITV 1s ‘Kate in Canada’ last week and scrambled for the remote to set a
reminder that I knew I had to admit defeat. I have fallen. Hook, line and
sinker. I want to know her every move, every wardrobe choice, every hairstyle.
I wish I was that skinny. I am definitely keeping my hair long now. I want to learn
how to apply proper eye liner after years of just avoiding it and using black eye
shadow instead.
And I am another step closer to turning into
my mum…
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