Are you a lucky person? I am that girl who never wins the meat tray in the raffle. I have never won more than $2 from a scratchie.
But my luck has changed in a big way.
Apart from somehow bagging my husband, and having my beautiful kids, the best thing ever is about to happen to me.
Work is sending me to London to cover the royal wedding for the radio. Yes: our Harry! Yes: the actress from Suits! Yes: that wedding! And yes, even the thought of flying for 24 hours surviving on red wine, Panadol and re-runs of Gilmore Girls in a seat the size of a chicken coop is not putting me off the grand adventure ahead.
I am giddy with excitement. I have already packed my boots, coat and scarf and I am hoping there is a chill in the British air as I plan to sip lots of tea and eat lots of battered fish and chips and do every touristy thing one can do when one is in London.
I am not packing too much either, as I also plan to buy lots of royal wedding souvenir coffee cups and tea towels.
I keep thinking my boss has possibly confused me with a far superior employee who works longer hours and deserves to go abroad. But that is the trap door working against us in our minds that so many women allow to sabotage ourselves, called insecurity.
So I am taking this gift and running with it to the international airport. I know the royal family brings out the cynicism when it comes to fans of an Australian republic. But I think even the staunchest supporters of our great country being a republic may share a tiny smile for Harry the day he marries Meghan Markle.
I mean, everyone loves Harry, don’t they? Guys want to be him and lead his wild nude life partying in Las Vegas and girls around the world have fallen for his larrikin ways and that disarming charm of his.
He is the little rebel brother who has been allowed to not completely conform to the rules and regulations of royal life. I like the monarchy. I think they are the original Kardashians.
I also think Australia does not need the United Kingdom now as we are a progressive and forward-thinking country. We have outgrown our motherland in many ways.
But our history is forever bound in the simple fact we were convicts who were thrown out of the United Kingdom. Thank God. I would take fresh prawns and white sand any day over mist and marshlands.
So girls, start planning your festivities to watch and listen to the wedding on May 19. I feel there will be many parties going on all over the Coast. I will be lining a London street trying to catch a glimpse of that little boy who walked behind his mother’s hearse 20 years ago. I will have a tear or a dozen. And Harry will no doubt be beaming with happiness and pride, as Diana looks down upon one of her two finest achievements: her sons.