The Wedding of the Year

Arriving. Left to right: my younger son's fiancée, my sister, my younger son, me.

Pretending to sign the register. The civil ceremony was surprisingly moving.

The bride and her two sisters.

My sons.

Mostly paparazzi. My Beloved is at the back; I've got hardly any pictures of him because he was so busy taking photos himself.

The bride and groom.

Well, I had to dance at my son's wedding.

Nearly there!

My son's wedding is tomorrow. We have my other son and his fiancée staying with us tonight, and a friend of my nearly-daughter-in-law is staying till Tuesday.

I have my dress, I bought the necklace today, and the friend who is staying did my nails for me (to hide the bruised nail). I'm nearly packed (we're staying at the hotel tomorrow night) and I've arranged for cat feeding. All there is to do now is the last minute things like cook for tonight and clear up, and pack anything I'm still using.

I never did get round to dyeing my hair to hide the grey. I don't suppose anyone will care.

Why I didn't write this weekend

Boating at Oxford

I was at a wedding in Oxford this weekend, my fourth this year.

It was a special wedding for a special friend and I met some interesting people and learnt about the English quarter pipes which are played using a bellows rather than by blowing into them. I'd love to learn to play but I'd probably be better off learning the clarinet and I would never be much good, starting at my age.

There's no charge for dreaming though.