March 10, 2012 § 24 Comments
One of my stonking, clunking, cracking headaches for no reason that I can fathom, so am taking it easy and swallowing the odd headache pill. Not really in a fit state to write except to say that the bride (early seventies now but met him when she was 49) looked happier than you can possibly imagine. She had never been married but had dispensed with white or even ivory and had opted for primary brightness and looked as radiant as any twenty-something in full meringue. My uncle the groom (89) – who had been married once before – had a permanent smile on his face throughout.
“Congratulations,” I said to him. “What took you so long?”
“I never thought of it,” he said honestly, and with a huge grin. He looked so glad that some open friend had finally suggested the thing we had all been thinking for years, if for nothing else then, as the aged, practical friend had it, so she (my uncle’s new wife as opposed to his long-term girlfriend) can have a say now she has been officially promoted to next of kin and is no longer just a paltry (relatively) young squeeze if and when he ever has to go into hospital.
I can’t imagine ever meeting anyone ever again quite frankly and am quite ready to give up entirely and eat cake and let myself go, and sink into a right old slough, but the occasion did give me pause. I am not so keen on weddings at this particular point in my life but I rather liked this one because it made me feel, fleetingly at least, that there might be hope for me yet?