Wednesday, 30 June 2010
The Wedding of a lifetime. part 1
Well, mine at least.
Anyway, seeing as no-one actually reads this blog, (so who am i talking to?) i thought i would try to get down my memories from my wedding day before they fade forever into the ether or become blurred by time and beer tinted spectacles. Feel free to switch off, this is for my benefit only..
I awoke that morning to the amazing smell of bacon. Is there any finer smell? Moments later Ceri popped into the bedroom with 2 glasses of orange juice for me and best man Rob. what a legend. I was pleased to feel that i was not hung over (would that be hung under?) even though i had stayed later than promised in the bar the previous night, thanks in no small part to Messurs Hendy and Elliot.
My memories of getting ready in the morning are slightly vague as i think i spent most of the time pacing upstairs and downstairs and looking at my watch. I knew i had to start getting dressed at 9am but up until then i just had to get myself cleaned and fed. I remember giving myself an extra special scrub in the shower and being very careful not to cut myself with the wet razor. For some reason i was shaving in the reflection of the window which had a most spectacular view of Fowey harbour; a cormorant was basking his wings in the sun and i took a mental picture. I remember there was a lovely bacon sandwich taken from us when Dan left his on the outside balcont. Within seconds a seagul swooped down and took it away.
I kept making tea for some reason, i guess to give myself something to do. I hate being late for things but i hate filling time just as much. Mild panic when i discovered a large red stain on my shirt; Mum instantly blamed rob who was ironing it but i knew it was from the manky moss bross bag, but i didnt say anything. Anyway i ran it under the cold tap being careful not to let the cuff drop into the fatty water where the frying pan had been thrown.
the rest of getting ready was typically Crozier, everyone doing their own thing in their own little places. i had to fix mums necklace which had broken, she looked a bit upset because she really wanted to wear it. We had a nice moment when i fixed it for her. She said to me that she wanted to look nice for me so that i would be proud of her. I told her that i would always be proud of her because she was my Mum, we had a hug and i felt very close to her then. Dad thanked me for his cufflinks and we had an awkward hug but i guess he was pleased because he had is 'about to cry' face on.
I suddenly really wanted a cigarette but managed to distract myself with something. Anyway just before we were all in our finery we had a couple of pictures taken in the front room.
I think that was that for the morning. We went to the bus stop for the 10:15 but saw that the bus didnt start until 10:30, so rather than wait me and Rob walked up the hill with our bags, so we arrived at the Fowey car park out of breath and a bit sweaty... which was nice
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