I wonder if I was the only person today who saw the headline "Prince William announces engagement" and then spent the remainder of the day avoiding newspapers and the TV news at all costs. (It's a coping strategy I perfected when England won the Rugby World Cup.) I think I'll probably just about be able to cope with the horrors of the day itself - with plenty of notice and medicinal assistance. But when it's a bolt from the blue, 24 solid hours of Royal Syrup is more than I can take.
The only breach in my defences was that I saw about ten seconds of David Cameron doing his "I know I speak for the whole country" bit (no-you-don't) with the sound down, and even that was enough to make me feel distinctly nauseous.