A picture’s worth a thousand words
and I promised to tell you about the wedding.
It was such a happy day, and the weather was very kind to us. The biggest laughs came during the ceremony, when the mayor (the chap in the sash) read out extracts from the Marriage Acts which included a great deal about how to bring up the children of the marriage, and what to do if one of the partners was guilty of excessive spending: we’d had a battle to discourage Brigid from buying a new pair of jeans to be married in! Brigid had written the loveliest poem to Philip, which she read at the restaurant, and I read my French translation of it, the guests being of several nationalities. A guest contributed more poetry and the performance of a song specially composed by another friend was followed by a good old-fashioned singsong.