My First Hour As Mrs

[Twilight]

Someone needs to tell her/add a link in the
comments section at the end of her brog.

It won't get put up or, if it does, it'll disappear like the one I sent to Knuckles Kramer.

 

[Suki 1]

I found it odd that GG was invited. Who am I kidding, I don't give a flying fig :mysmilie_19:

Who is GG?

 

[Twilight]

Who is GG?

Gill Gauntlet, expert on all things unnecessary, sticks to her prepared speech & provides her father with one of everything she demos. (He must have a reinforced balcony to accommodate all the pots, lights, fountains etc.) To my knowledge GG & Simon Wilson have never been on a show together & I've watched the Q since the beginning.

 

[Brissles]

Really enjoyed reading all your wedding stories, and how nearly all of us got married on a shoestring with just the basics, or less. Mauritius, Brighton Beach or a village hall outside Mablethorpe, what does it matter as long as there's family/friends with a drink in hand, and everyone has a good time.

My own wedding day in 1979 was the basis for a sitcom. I did my own catering ( reception in the cricket club), and it started with me in hair rollers doing the 'shop' in Tescos at 8 am. Laden with carrier bags I staggered to the multi storey where my mini was parked. I put the gateux on the roof and loaded up the car. Driving out and down the slope I heard a thud - yep a gateux had flown off the roof, the second one went plop as I got onto the dual carriageway. So, no desserts then.

Back to the flat and future mother in law flapping about, I sliced my finger while taking the plastic off a cucumber, so it was a hasty dash to the local surgery where I was administered first aid - a heavily wrapped up finger. Wedding went ok, and at the reception my new mother in law got sloshed on the sherry and took to her bed for a week, my Dad got a card school going in one corner and the rest of us played darts. In the evening some friends couldn't get home to the next village, so I offered to take them home in my mini. My new husband and I plus the friends all piled in with tin cans rattling on our departure, but halfway on our journey I got a puncture. There I am on the side of the road at midnight in my wedding finery, while 2 blokes are changing a wheel.

To top it all, the next morning in the flat, the dog had pooped on the new carpet and I stood in it. Oh, and honeymoon ? nah ! My new husband got his holiday dates mixed up, and took the week off before the wedding, and I had the week off after it. A foretaste of our marriage to come. He passed in 2002 and his funeral was equally unforgettable, - again at the same cricket club, but thats another story.

 

[alter ego]

I'm booking the flights, now just have to find the man lol (sorry Mr CC) he he he he he he

Joking of course. Couldn't live without Bry :mysmilie_48:#

C

Bry's a lucky dog. When I come back I hope I come back as a Bry :mysmilie_50:

Really enjoyed reading all your wedding stories, and how nearly all of us got married on a shoestring with just the basics, or less. Mauritius, Brighton Beach or a village hall outside Mablethorpe, what does it matter as long as there's family/friends with a drink in hand, and everyone has a good time.

My own wedding day in 1979 was the basis for a sitcom. I did my own catering ( reception in the cricket club), and it started with me in hair rollers doing the 'shop' in Tescos at 8 am. Laden with carrier bags I staggered to the multi storey where my mini was parked. I put the gateux on the roof and loaded up the car. Driving out and down the slope I heard a thud - yep a gateux had flown off the roof, the second one went plop as I got onto the dual carriageway. So, no desserts then.

Back to the flat and future mother in law flapping about, I sliced my finger while taking the plastic off a cucumber, so it was a hasty dash to the local surgery where I was administered first aid - a heavily wrapped up finger. Wedding went ok, and at the reception my new mother in law got sloshed on the sherry and took to her bed for a week, my Dad got a card school going in one corner and the rest of us played darts. In the evening some friends couldn't get home to the next village, so I offered to take them home in my mini. My new husband and I plus the friends all piled in with tin cans rattling on our departure, but halfway on our journey I got a puncture. There I am on the side of the road at midnight in my wedding finery, while 2 blokes are changing a wheel.

To top it all, the next morning in the flat, the dog had pooped on the new carpet and I stood in it. Oh, and honeymoon ? nah ! My new husband got his holiday dates mixed up, and took the week off before the wedding, and I had the week off after it. A foretaste of our marriage to come. He passed in 2002 and his funeral was equally unforgettable, - again at the same cricket club, but thats another story.

You sound like you had fun together and that's all we need really. That and a heavy dose of love, of course.

 

[Twilight]

brissles, that was classic.

 

[candycane]

brissles, that was classic.

it was. I laughed and laughed and Mr CC thinks I'm mad ha ha ha. The bit where you played darts . . .:mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15: Thank you for your story, I just love it all.

CC (two C's this time. I''ve been a bit down and only put one but you've all got me back up. Cheers M'dears :mysmilie_3

 

[Twilight]

it was. I laughed and laughed and Mr CC thinks I'm mad ha ha ha. The bit where you played darts . . .:mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15::mysmilie_15: Thank you for your story, I just love it all.

CC (two C's this time. I''ve been a bit down and only put one but you've all got me back up. Cheers M'dears :mysmilie_3

CC = the return of your stripes :up: