Today is our Copper Wedding
Anniversary ( or Wool if you’re American). Here are some events from the
date.
Twenty years to the day that Fester's
charm offensive finally succeeded we are married at North Shields Registry
Office.
Neither of us wanted a big do.
Him
because he hates ceremony and me because I didn't want to deal with the stress
of a roomful of emotional people all thinking "I hope this one doesn't go and die on
her"
or things to that effect.
Also, last week, Ferretfingers
looked at me in the eye and said
"Sienna Pond will be looking after me on the wedding
day".
He continued to look really anxious even after I said "No".
Then I realised why he was worried so I told him
"It will just be Mummy, Daddy, Ferretfingers,
Thunderthighs, Mrs Quilt and Bazoukiboy. No
people, no music, no fuss"
He's
come up to me every day since, looked me in the eye and repeated
"No
people, no music, no fuss" just to be sure.
So we
all had a lovely day, and a lovely lunch at the Wooden Doll.
Thank
you Mrs Quilt for the photos and video.
Fester is feeling quite smug
because he's given me a card for our wedding anniversary, and I didn't get him
one!
McChurch
Benton, I have a secret network of agents who remind
me when my wedding anniversary is coming up. Still don`t get it right every
time. Henlady My late husband had one
which he kept in a drawer and brought it out each year- when we remembered our
anniversary.
Post Script
Thunderthighs was a bit
dubious about the whole deal, because he hates change.
I told no-one except the
witnesses.
Bazoukiboy because he'd been witness to our Christmas dinner exchange:
"We really should get married, it would make things a lot simpler if you dropped dead like your brother" "You arrange it and I'll turn up".
Mrs Quilt because I let slip we were thinking about it and the next time I saw her she said "I've started a wedding quilt for you", and was then sworn to secrecy.
It was a Tuesday morning, we
all met outside the Registry Office, the staff noticed us and beckoned us
in: not many weddings on a Tuesday
morning.
We went into the small
ceremonial room.
I took my MP3 player, set it
to record and put it on the desk.
When we were pronounced
Husband and Wife, Ferretfingers burst out clapping which made us all
smile.
When I got home I emailed the MP3
file as an attachment to the siblings and Oldest Best Friend and posted an
announcement card to everyone on our Christmas card list.
Mrs Leftfoot has still not
forgiven me for not asking her to be a bridesmaid.
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