I am not enjoying this weather at all. I am fed up with damp clothes drying all over the house, I am annoyed that I have to switch the lamps on before lunchtime and I generally just feel cross that flip flops, ice cream and heat rashes do not feature in my foreseeable future. (Well, actually, that's a fib. We've got a couple of holidays coming up, but you know what I mean. I want sunshine at home! *wails* In fact, I demand sunshine! *stamps feet*)
There is nothing quite like a forthcoming wedding to really ramp up the weather-related wobblies. One of Andrew's oldest friends was getting married on Saturday and the wedding was one of the loveliest I've been to. (And there was no rain!) I hardly took any photos because a) I was too caught up in the emotion of the day, b) the only camera I had with me was my iPhone and c) it was so windy that I had to hold down my dress to save flashing my [enormous tummy tucker] pants at passers by. So I'm afraid that you will have to just take my word for it that the wedding was beautiful.
Imagine a very slender and strikingly attractive bride in a creamy silk vintage sheath dress, her hand-span waist accentuated by a plain silk belt and diamante buckle. She wore a little fur cape over her shoulders and just an embellished silk hairband to set off her thick blonde hair which was pulled into a low side ponytail. She carried a posy of flowers that looked as though they had just been plucked from an old English garden and the shoebox-sized church was filled with peonies, roses and candles. She and her husband (tall and handsome in a grey suit with bright pink socks) grinned from ear to ear all day. It was such a treat to be part of their special day.
The reception was held in a black barn deep in the Suffolk countryside and a vintage double decker bus was hired to drive everyone there from the church. (They travelled separately in a chauffeur-driven pastel green classic VW camper van - so cool!). Inside, the barn was gorgeous. There were fairy lights and tea lights everywhere you looked, the table decorations were an electic mix of vases and old bottles filled with pale pink blowsy blooms. If only the silver window vase on one of the tables had fitted in my clutch bag! :-) We drank plenty of fizz, ate the biggest strawberries I've ever seen and washed down huge chunks of chocolate wedding cake with tea drunk from vintage china.
The bride and groom have been together for ever having met in Australia when they were both on their travels. When the groom, as part of his speech, thanked his parents for lending him the money to go to Australia, all those years ago, I felt a lump in my throat. Aw!
But every wedding needs a few minor incidents to make it memorable. I will never forget the best man's speech which was shocking and hilarious in equal measure. The entire wedding was translated into sign-language by a lovely jolly-looking grey-haired old chap and I still chuckle to myself now when I imagine how he interpreted some of the more 'blue' stories!
So the jubilee bunting has been packed away and it's back to a full 5-day week at work for me this week. Our spa membership is proving worthwhile so far - we've been a few times already. In the evenings there are very few people and we often get the swimming pool entirely to ourselves. RESULT! The jacuzzi outside is uh-mazing and one of the other members told me last week that it's even lovelier out there when there's snow on the ground so I'm quite looking forward to that this winter. I'm having my gym induction on Wednesday lunchtime and so don't expect to be fully mobile until the weekend afterwards. I am ridiculously feeble in the gym.
Have a great week!