Hello, hello, hello; cherished readers! Grab your stuff, as we resume our adventures from when we last left off…
As you all know, we watched our newly-weds sashay away from a bedecked glasshouse into an equally-resplendent taxi (read ‘three wheel drive!)
They will then make a slow and bountiful descent down into the chapel, where they were to receive their blessings. The writer in question played a massive role here, as he was tasked with handing out the day’s programme to the visitors entering the church.
Once all the guests were seated, programmes in hand, a hushed silence fell. And then the organist cracked his fingers, and the melodious strains of Wagner’s Bridal March started playing. We all stood up as the smiling bride made her way down the aisle.
The ceremony was touching and intimate. It was forbidden for the guests to take photos inside the church, which ensured that all attention was directed towards the events taking place.
And then the time has come for us to leave. The organist plays our cue and the guests file dutifully out. Every guest receives a paper cone of flower petals for the event ahead. As the final bars of the wedding March play, husband and wife step out into bright sunshine and a flurry of whoops and petals! 💐
For Love never ends…
And neither do our adventures! Tune in next week for a wedding reception that was like no other! 💐