I know, it's hard to believe we received our last blast of pomp and pageantry seven years ago.
It feels much less.
In fact, it's the Cambridges' wedding anniversary tomorrow.
I hadn't remembered the date, I just noticed it when I looked up what year Wills finally put the name "Waity Katie" to bed.
I don't mean to sound like a grouch and I'm sure, like everyone else, I will tune into the coverage at some point.
But royal weddings seem to have become a bit tedious.
The overwhelming coverage of the birth of the latest prince probably doesn't help.
After Harry, once dubbed the playboy prince, ties the knot, Princess Eugenie will take us on our next royal ride.
The 28-year-old daughter of Prince Andrew and his ex-wife Sarah Ferguson will marry Jack Brooksbank at St George's Chapel - where Harry and Markle are also getting married.
Surely in 2018 we've grown out of bowing and curtsying to the royal family.
In a world that has moved on so much socially, we continue to honour a blood line as our head of state.
I'm all for the unity of nations within the Commonwealth.
But why do we still adhere to the archaic tradition of a monarchy?
Don't get me wrong, I understand the interest in royal shindigs - the Brits do pageantry better than anyone else.
It truly is a spectacle of glamour and tradition punctuated by the fairytale of a prince and princess.
But it is also a distraction from the real issues at hand.
