Poor Mr.O. He's tired of all the news coverage of the royal wedding.
Not his cup of tea. Pity.
I admit I've caught royal wedding fever in the last few days. It stirs up fond memories when I was a ten year old girl. I recall waking up at four o'clock in the morning to watch Prince Charles marry Lady Diana Spencer in 1981.
That spectacular event left a vivid impression on me. The glass carriage, the wedding gown, the tiara, the pomp and fanfare. This is the stuff that little girls dream of - a real life fairytale.
But as you know, there was no happily ever after.
Sad but true.
In these troubled times, it's no wonder to feel cynical; grief and despair. Even scepticism. Is the monarchy still relevant in the 21st century?
Only time will tell.
Like the rest of the world, I'll be watching bright and early on Friday. And hoping for some magic, nostalgia and true love.
A little good news wouldn't hurt.