Wedding to go to today. Dress hanging up. Nice, MAY be a bit old for me, but covers the fat bits, not so low cut I’ll never wear it again if/when I’m breastless and goes in at my thinnest, or should I say least fat, bit. It was nice, getting ready with no rush. For once, a good hair day. I thought I looked OK once dressed.
Got to Morpeth OK. Found the church but nowhere to park. After driving around, we found somewhere miles away. Not a big problem apart from sore feet from the heels by the time we’d walked there.
Nice little church. Pretty. Not overly ornate. The service was lovely too. It was predictable that I’d cry. I’m usually pretty jaded about marriage, but H is very sensible and seems to have made a mature choice. I’d give the pair of them better odds than most people I’ve seen get wed over the last few years. It WAS very sweet, the groom crying as he caught sight of his bride. Started me off anyway.
It was a nice service. Not too formal, little human blips that made it more of a personal event than a formal performance. Unfortunately, it started to rain as they were trying to take photographs. I was determined I wasn’t getting my hair wet walking back to the car.
In between the wedding and the evening reception, R had a house warming to go to. It was OK. Couple of aging hippies with a prefab in the middle of nowhere. I had no option, other than to get pissed on Pims. It made it bearable, getting stuck with the raddled something addict of an ex teacher Scouser who pontificated about teaching, despite obviously no longer working.
The evening reception was good. Table of work friends and acquaintances. I was desperate to sober up because even before I got there, I could feel a headache starting. S was there with her enormous, healthy pregnancy. H was bouncing around, indefatigable. J turned up with her new husband and gorgeous baby too. It should have been really nice but frankly, being with them just reminded me that my normal life, of work, socialising, kids and PURPOSE was, if not gone, at the very least on hold for the next six months or so.
The one thing that this bloody cancer has done is put my priorities into order. Before I found the lump I was prevaricating about going abroad with the VSO. As soon as I found out I’d got cancer, the things that I worried about were my daughter, R and the kids at school. Given that I’ve been in tears about I and my year 11 kids almost daily, I’m not really that bothered that I can’t go off to Africa/India/South America anymore.
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