A wedding story

Friday was 38 degrees.

Bloody hot.

So bloody hot that we had our fans on full blast and the evaporative cooler on (a rare occurrence). We were wilting. Wilting I tell you.

Saturday morning on the other hand, was so very very cold that the children huddled around the heater to get dressed. (Welcome to Melbourne. Oven-like one day, witch’s tit cold the next).

We left home incredibly early, as we had to be on a faraway beach at low tide. For a wedding.

Oh, it was a long, wet drive.



We thought sympathetically of the poor bride, imagining her whimpering about her special day being ruined by the weather. We needn’t have worried, she’s made of stern stuff and didn’t let trivial matters such as earache-inducing wind and pelting rain bother her. Resplendent in bare feet and a shoestring strap dress, she was so high on adrenalin she wasn’t feeling a thing. After a glass of champagne on an empty early-morning stomach (I can’t face breakfast before the sun rises), neither was I.



Nice, huh? (Now all the Melburnian readers are playing Guess the Wedding Beach).



Did I mention it was windy? The children were given bubbles (the adults got champagne).

There was no need to blow.



The Good Wedding Fairies were watching over our little gathering and the rain stopped just long enough for the ceremony to take place. The sun even came out as the happy couple signed the papers and we all drank champagne.

See how focussed I am on the alcohol? Have I mentioned it was cold? And windy? And I’d had no breakfast? I was becoming a tad giggly and hysterical by this stage. (Have I mentioned I am a cheap drunk also?)



And as we were leaving, the stormclouds were brewing again.



Back to the car and off to find hot chocolates (and breakfast for Suse to soak up all that champagne) to thaw out and kill time before the reception.

D’you like my shoes? The old red maryjanes died and I have had to replace them with these until I find the perfect pair. These are not perfect, but they’ll do for now.

I wore my new brooch too. Want to see?



I did wear some other stuff as well. I promise. Black pants, long black tunic with white top underneath.



Here I am, all dishevelled from the wind and cold, peering through the windscreen in hopes of spotting a café serving HOT DRINKS. (I had no idea some child had pinched the camera until I downloaded these this morning. My first thought was Is that what my hair looks like from behind? Just like Hermione when she uses the Time Turner and watches herself attempting to rescue the hippogriff).

But I digress.

The reception was fine, the food pleasant and the cake amazing, the speeches not toooo long, and the bride, possibly against Good Wedding Etiquette, announced her pregnancy. It was a happy day.

The sun even stayed out.



Yep, Mr Soup had sandy shoes too.

It was a very long drive home.

God I’m tired.

The end.