Key things I remember include:
1. being told by an older, married friend on the Sunday before to remember to concentrate and take all the detail in on the day. She was so right and I'm very glad she gave us that advice. I pass it on now.
2. spending the Thursday in wellies with one of my three lovely bridesmaids, peeling ivy off my Grandma's fence, pegging it to the washing line and hosing it down, ready to be wound round the hand rails on the stairs at the church (we got married two floors up - a long story of church reordering).
3. practising our vows at the rehearsal with all our families there and thinking that this was the most special bit.
4. being proved right about 3. on the day.
5. having a really, really lovely time with many laughs at the pub with both families and close friends after the rehearsal.
6. our french friends arriving on the Friday with a very large, white peace lily that Agnes had held for the whole drive from Albert, in the Somme, to Walsall!
7. spending the evening before the wedding with the girls, trying to get my chief bridesmaid's hair to curl and one of the other bridesmaids burning her head with the curling tongs in the effort. Was quite sore the next day, bless her.
8. my dad coming in to the lounge full of women at about 9.30am (we got married at 11am) and suggesting, in a slightly tense voice, that someone might like to take the initiative and get showered and dressed. I hasten to add, we made it with time to spare and were all clean and beautifully scrubbed up!
Then there are so many memories of the day itself, the only sad bit of which is how many very special people were there then who aren't here now.
If I get this dreamy at 10 years, what am I going to be like at 25?
I'll stop. And yes, I'll gladly pass you the bucket now......
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