I was honoured to receive it, although a little apprehensive, when the invite beeped on my mobile phone.
My best friend was getting married. The invitation was sent via text, with the very important question, would I be a witness at the ceremony?
Of course I was honoured to be asked but this was BT (before Tommy), and the wedding kind of clashed with my due date. How could I graciously accept and promise to be there, knowing I could possibly be at hospital, erm, otherwise engaged?
I accepted, with a get out clause of 'unless I am in labour'!
I wasn't in labour. Because the hospital allowed me to proceed seventeen days over my due date, I was able to attend. Looking very, very fat.
With this ring I thee wed.
The happy couple.
The wedding party. Not a flattering one of yours truly, but I guess it would be nice to show Tommy one day and say, "Look, this was when you were in mummy's tummy."
The reception was held at a 15th century coaching inn, with an award winning restaurant. Every year a hot cross bun is hung from the beams. A tradition which began in 1901. The 113 year old bun is minging.
I had lamb to start.
Corn fed chicken for main.
Mark ordered the succlent Sea bass.
The delicious food was washed down with a glass of Champagne. Cheers!
Then it was back to the bride and groom's house for dancing. It was a very special day and night.