So, we all sat glued to the tele, did we?
On the occasion of young Harry and Meghan tying the knot?
Made for an interesting night it did.
Must have cost an arm and a leg eh.
The household in general didn’t want to see Karl swanning around, so we watched Sevens broadcast. They repeatedly reminded everyone that they were the only Australian television crew allowed in..where-ever they were; they had a good position, must admit. All went well..until..and theres always one of those isn’t there..we had a guy in black with a weapon..well, stick with all sorts of interesting Stuff on it, giving a blessing. The commentators were doing a great job..until he popped up. Unnanounced as it were. Seven didn’t know who the hell he was, or, if they did, they didn’t want to tell anyone. So, the Billisaurus spent a fair proportion of the next day, chasing him down. Google..didn’t know..or they weren’t telling, about a man in black, or a man with a stick..and I must admit that Greek orthodox seemed to fit the bill. So, Greeks at the wedding..nope. Germans, French, Israelis..and that was interesting, but nope.  Arrrgh! You have to know the right question to get anywhere with Mr Google on occasion. Finally..the order of service..and a few hoops later..here he was. With the Queens chaplain, so there were two people in the same time slot..Coptic Orthodox Archbishop of the UK, or London, depends who you read.. Archbishop Angaelos.. general bishop of the UK one lot says..no less.  It was only then that google put him in the search results. Blighters.
So, more reading. Harry and Meghan both okayed everything, and there didn’t seem to be a reason for him there..I’m sure the rest of the worlds religions would have LOVED to be able to deliver a blessing there..could you imagine a catholic priest there..no, I can’t either. So why…
History..and he’s representative of Egyptian Coptic lot, and prince Charles meets with them periodically…Coptic Christians killed in Libya by ISIS, appeal sort of stuff. There are a few of them in Egypt..15% of the population no less. There you go.
Now, seeing as she who shall be obeyed put on cucumber sandwiches, we plonked a bottle of champers on the table, and we also had a cake/slice thingy we bought from the local uniting church ladies on friday..you have to be quick to get to the cakes and such, they go in short order..and it looks like we don’t have a thursday stall any more..sigh..breaks with tradition that does…the Billisaurus decided that we’d better get Dressed Up. So we did..just for the pikkies, mind you, then back to more comfy Queenslander attire..

Latest jigsaw pikky..and there’s a repainted piece in there..must have gotten wet in its previous history…must get more from that lot.