Robbie and Charlotte ( my son & his girlfriend) are now at the age where all of
their friends are getting engaged and married.
They are home this weekend to go to a wedding at Priory Church. The wedding is in an hour’s time and it is
absolutely pouring down with rain - I
mean it is hammering it down. - not just a little shower but a full on deluge. The
poor bride! Oh how I feel for her. When
we got married the same thing happened.
The heavens opened and let forth their wrath. This
was before the days of country house weddings it was church (for which I am not
applicable – having never been christened)
Registry Office or nothing. So we had a
Registry Office wedding at the delightful venue of a Portakabin in Houghton
Regis because the lovely historic Dunstable
Registry Office which overlooks the park, was
being refurbished.
Just after we had
tied the knot and were sheltering under umbrellas getting ready to make a dash
for the car, my Nan who was in her 80s and extremely superstitious came up to me and
whispered in my ear “Congratulations my darling - but oh dearie me , this is a sad day, every
drop of rain on your wedding day represents s a slap he’ll give you!” Thanks
for that Nannie – just what I needed to hear! Twenty-five years on and I somehow remain happily married, un-battered
and content with my lot - so much for
old wives’ tales. In fact whilst writing
I think I see a break in the darkened skies. So here’s to Naomi and Steve – even
though I have never met them. May their wedding
be joyous and their marriage long and happy.
And I do hope that they don’t have any superstitious old ladies ready to
put the dampeners on what is already an extremely damp day.
