Sixty per cent of me is in the first group, 30 per cent in the second and the rest of anything left in my head has no opinion at all. There is apparently evidence that humans are programmed to want heroes, leaders, film stars, all the variety of good and bad leaders there are (does this explain Mr Trump?). 

It seems that this “head of the group” stuff makes us feel more secure and happier, no doubt due to us being social animals. A bit like a dog needs to know who’s boss, kids need to know as well. While some other people know who the boss is because they practice various forms of religion.

So our/the royal family has a legitimate claim to being socially valuable. And I’m certain all the people on that sunny Sunday would agree with me.

For myself, I enjoy a bit of real fantasy which includes weddings, funerals, scandals and good works. Manufactured fantasy doesn’t usually cut it with me, because it’s too controlled. Watching Harry and Meghan enduring the longest, loudest sermon in an odd context suggested to me that someone somewhere blundered.

The behaviour of Meghan’s mother was faultless in the face of family trauma and distress. She cut a dignified but lonely figure. Clearly, that is where Meghan gets her assets. Regarding Meghan's dad, did the royal family send someone to the US to help the poor bloke, who has in the past been a very much loved father and may well be now? Whatever has happened in his life, I don’t think he deserved the public humiliation that has been heaped on him.

Difficult situation all round, really. Just like the rest of us, including the royals themselves from time to time. I should not snigger!

Fancy having to be outed for affairs, telephone conversations, divorces and playful toe sucking when you are trying to uphold the icon of superiority. Nevertheless, we all survive, so I am now free to comment on the good bits of the wedding of the century (so far, anyway). 

Loved that Harry’s mates were there, that many disabled people were given a great view, that the presents were for charities, that the sun shone so beautifully on Meghan as she walked down the aisle and that her veil was to die for. Light as light it looked, and she managed it beautifully.

I was also thrilled to see the neckline of the dress was the same as our Princess Mary and, though I liked Mary’s dress better, Meghan as the wife of a duke didn’t try to compete with the essential bridal grandeur of someone who will one day be queen. She chose elegance and simplicity.

I chose to watch the ABC presentation until they stuffed it up badly. Ms Dally What’s Her Name from a past long gone – expert on etiquette and manners that are seriously out of date – featured among others as more important than watching the royal brothers looking very resplendent in the bottom corner of the screen. 

As for viewing the arriving guests, well that wasn’t on either. Which was more than very disappointing as well. It must be due to the cuts to the ABC budget that the technical, scripting and whatever they call timing or handover was so poor.

One lasting memory for me was the rider dealing with the horse just behind, or ahead, of the carriage after the wedding. There was this poor man in all his red gorgeousness with a horse that looked like it might bolt. Utterly nerve wracking for me, and I am sure some of the onlookers along the way. He prevailed, and deserves a knighthood for his efforts. The icing on the cake for me though, was the shot of one of the young boys holding the bride’s train, opening his mouth with a big gap in his teeth in surprise and what looked like joy when the music started. Absolutely a winner in any circumstances.

The second separate issue about which I was intending to write, was an in depth, provocative examination of the issue of love in the world. I have just run out of time here. As well might we all?