All this talk of weddings, I guess it makes us all think of our own special day, I know it has me.
Obviously in my case it turned out to be slightly farcical in many ways but then, had everything gone smoothly no doubt many of the guests would have thought that they were either at the wrong wedding or felt slightly cheated.
Id chosen the end of May for several reasons. One because it was in May that we first met, two because hopefully the weather would be kind to us and three, because it was a Bank Holiday and so would hopefully take some of the pressure off those having to travel knowing that they had an extra day to recover.
Other than not getting married in Church (this was Mr Mac 2nd time round) I had exactly the day that I had chosen.
A small wedding, just 40 odd guests, those people closest to me with a few exceptions of people living abroad that couldn't make it.
My day started at 4:15 am with my very elderly cat Billy crapping all over the brand new, pale honey coloured carpet Id had laid in the front room! Billy bless him was nearly 21 at the time but although his eyesight wasn't what it used to be and his teeth made a funny kind of grinding sound as he ate, there was nothing wrong with his aim!
Liquid shit from one end of the (loop piled) carpet to the other and a generous splash up the skirting and wall for good measure.
Suddenly the breakfast I'd planned lost some of it's appeal.
The wedding was set for 11:30, the registry office just a few minutes away so the car was due at 11:15.
11:15 came and went but I was calm, the brides supposed to be a little late isn't she?
Apparently NOT at a registry office! By 25 past frantic phone calls were being made, if I didn't get there within the next 10 minutes the wedding was OFF!!!
WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WAS MY CAR????
The car had been booked the previous night by a hen party, not only had the 'hen' chucked up all over the back seat but the driver, not a happy bunny, had decided he couldn't face cleaning puke up at 2:30 in the morning and had left it there for someone to find the next day!
I had a choice, arrive in a slightly damp car smelling of regurgitated WKD and kebabs or, take the alternative they would provide free of charge.
JUST SEND ME A BLOODY CAR!!! Was my considered response. So they did!
The guest, all still gathered outside were treated to the edifying spectacle of me, dress hitched up to my knees, shoes in hand, belting down the path, holding desperately onto one of my stockings because the suspender had come undone!
But I was there, all was well.
Mr Mac is a big Bon Jovie fan (Oh, how I love to share THAT with you all!) and had chosen the music that I was to walk down the' aisle' to, a slow ballad called 'You had me from Hello'. Unfortunately, rather than burn the track on to a separate disk he had brought the CD in and forgotten to specify which track!
I stood there, in my beautiful dress, holding my bouquet of roses and lilly of the valley, drinking in the joy of the occasion and proceeded to boogied down the aisle to the crashing cords of Undivided!!!
Just one more thing I though then that's my three, I'll be home and dry (cat shit doesn't count when you have an elderly cat it's a way of life).
Id assumed that when I dropped my flowers outside to the shocked gasps of the guests (VERY unlucky apparently!) that we were done, everything would now be plain sailing.
Well, sailing wasn't too far from the truth to be honest.
We had possible the most extraordinary combination of weather events I've EVER known in on day!
The wedding breakfast was eaten mainly to the accompanying sound of hailstones the size of golf balls drumming on the roof.
The speeches were all but drowned out by the most spectacular thunder and lightening I've EVER witnessed and we all arrived at the evening reception like drowned rats due to the monsoon that hit Somerset like the end of the world was nigh!
It was indeed, the most perfect of days.