Whirlwind

We have had a busy weekend at Lucy’s wedding. It was beautiful. I wore make-up and more or less cried the whole lot off before we’d even started, what with this emotion and that all welling up unasked and uninvited. But I didn’t care and didn’t mind because the event was such a happy one.

We were blessed to have Jack stopping with us on Friday evening and overnight so that he wouldn’t get lost in the throngs of people at his house on Saturday morning. Apparently, the girls were up at about 5.30 a.m. to make the journey from Lucy’s friend’s house to Pete and Dawn’s just after six – and then the preparations began: the Bucks Fizz and croissants for breakfast; the posh PJs and robes with their names on to float about in; the love and laughter and, of course, the hair and make-up.

I might have this wrong and be wildly exaggerating, but not only was there a bride, but four, or was it five(?), bridesmaids and the Mother of the Bride; plus (seemingly) half a dozen other women there to take care of the making-up and styling of hair, as well as the Mother of the Groom putting in a late appearance. And Pete, of course, who kept well out of the way unless it was to serve food and drinks.

There was a last-minute scramble to retrieve Lizzie’s contact lenses, with Ben having to rush to the church to collect them from one of the Groomsmen (don’t ask) and then rush back again before the bridal party could set off and she could see to sort out the train to Lucy’s dress. But set off they did and Lucy was hardly late at all. The congregation was ready and waiting, having been invited to arrive a good three-quarters of an hour to half an hour before the service began. So it was all as slick as could be.

Meanwhile, Jack was as good as gold at our house, having set himself a schedule to keep to. Within it, he found time to walk up to the shops with me to buy more cat food and have a snack before he got dressed in his suit and we all set off.

In the excitement, I forgot to take photos except for one or two. Here’s us, happy as sandboys after a glass of prosecco at the reception:

We had drinks and milled about with people while the photographer took lots of photos before we sat down to the wedding breakfast. Hmmm, I wonder if Jack ate the chocolate bar he popped in his suit pocket to stave off the hunger pangs? I never did ask. We just drank prosecco……

Here’s another photo I took though, of the lovely Dawn, looking absolutely stunning in her wedding outfit. The suit fitted her perfectly, and her colour choice just right. There wasn’t another guest who could compete in my opinion.

After some very good speeches – all short and to the point, witty and wise – and toasts to the bridesmaids, Mums and Dads and the Bride and Groom, we tucked into some great food for the wedding breakfast. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

I had promised Alison that I’d dance – which I did but not for very long. By nine o’clock I was bushed and decided I’d follow John who had already retired, and go to bed. Alison danced on with the youngsters until midnight apparently.

And here’s the bride herself – photo courtesy of John – and, no, we didn’t capture one of Tom with her on the day – although he was there! Hehe.

Take care everyone. God bless.

5 thoughts on “Whirlwind”

  1. Ahhhh what a perfect day in every sense if the word ❀️
    Can’t wait to catch up with you all and here all the details!

  2. Wonderful photos and sooooooo glad you were with us 😘πŸ₯°πŸ₯°xx

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