We got through the weekend. We went to the pictures, The X-men, Days of Future Past. (Wasn’t that an album by the Moody Blues?) and, for the joy of it, the roller rink.
It’s a Bank holiday weekend. For the second time this month the UK gets a three day weekend (except if you work in a shop, tourist attraction or service industry in which case you’ll be working overtime). I was brought up in a tourist area and learned very quickly that the traffic went south slower on a Bank holiday that it was better to stay in. Still many people will set out hopefully aiming for the seaside or country park and will spend a good chunk of time sitting in a traffic queue. My wife and I (it’s only been a couple of weeks and it still feels strange to say it) are having a weekend to ourselves.
It’s a weird one really. For one thing it’s a busy time of year for me son three days break is a godsend and for another we haven’t had moment to just be together since the ceremony but the kicker is that this weekend marks the anniversary of my father in law’s death. The first one. It will be hard on both if us.
Honestly I don’t know how this is going to play out.
There are events we can go to. Things to see. Maybe that’s what will happen. There will be photographs and ice cream. Maybe we will go out to eat. Maybe we will spend time in the garden pulling up weeds. It will be fine. We will get through this. I’ll let you know. In the meantime….
Anyone who was in Liverpool city centre on Saturday afternoon will have seen a strange little parade as we made our way, followed by our friends and family, from St George’s Hall to the restaurant for our wedding breakfast. The deed has been done. Judging by comments made on our official photographer’s sneaky, one shot, upload the suit made as much of an impression as the dress.
Staying in a hotel in your ‘home’ city is an unusual experience. Part mini moon, part hiding, we checked in the day before just to relax. Cannot thank the staff at Z Hotel enough. Some mad woman called them in a panic a few weeks back as every hotel in Liverpool booked up and the web page kept throwing me out. They took the booking and, true to their word, came up with something special for our wedding. We had the best room in the place with views across the city to the Liver Building and the old town.
Morning saw us both awake at stupid o’clock. Breakfast, then I waited when she went for hair and make up. The view was fantastic but made all the more pleasing as I watched a familiar figure make her way back to the hotel fully coiffed. I zipped her into her gown and off we went in a taxi. Hey, you wanted a Rolls, follow a WAG.
Our photographer (Facebook jazaminsinclair) was waiting looking as nervous as I felt! I’m looking forward to seeing the official pics in due course, there must be 100s.
Family and friends from all over the UK, Spain and Holland almost all made it on time. (Hey, there’s always one) the ushers corralled them while we went for that serious talk with the registrar.
I’m convinced the ceremony took about five seconds or a minute max and culminated with me bursting into tears and barely able to get my vows out. Our beautiful two year old godson did the ring bearer thing perfectly. Our late arrival read completely unflustered and of course I finally had the chance to say the words “You’re my wife now Dave.”
An old fashioned term for the canal. We went for a little stroll along the Leeds Liverpool between Lathom and Newburgh this morning with 90 or so close friends. The parish council annual walking festival complete with historical talk from Mr Draper.
The scout camp at Tawd Vale still has a tree planted by BP himself in the 1930s but also the tradesman’s entrance to the Lathom
Estate. The old gate is overgrown with ivy now and the gamekeepers lodge long gone but the track which lead to the WWI horse training station is still there though the railhead which brought the horses from Skelmersdale station.
On to Lathom Park past the once heated walls of the peachery and the pleasure gardens. Only the west wing remains with the main house pulled down by the farmer who bought it and the East wing taken down by Pilkingtons For their R&D site. The ‘ladies’ of the Lathom Chapel almshouses did tea and cakes.
The chapel itself was once a chantery where the Earl employed bead men to say prayers for him for all the (terrible) things he did at Bosworth. This estate was the court of the North. Winterfell if you will. Bigger that the Tower of London in its day. The ‘new’ West wing and the chapel are all that remain and the west wing is now luxury flats. Et in Arcadia ego.
15 days actually. It seems to be taking forever. It’s the hen night tonight. I’m in with the cat and a box set of Endeavour. The ‘girls’ are out on the town. I do hope this doesn’t get too messy!
The dress arrived yesterday and, of course, has gone in for its final adjustments.
You’re getting no more til the day! We also received a wedding gift from a friend who can’t make the ceremony. It was edible. Note the use if the past tense. Salmon, cheese, oatcakes what’s not to love.
I’ve also seen a photo if some rather scary looking Union Flag converse which I suspect may be attending the even on the feet of one if the witnesses, we shall see. Ah well, series one episode four then. *sigh*
With only a couple of weeks to go it’s less about nerves and more about organisation. We have registered, certified, measured, re-measured, ordered, and manufactured things for the wedding. Friends have been invited to the event and to the photo app. They have been assigned tasks.
I find I have two weeks off work and I suspect that these will be filled with those little last minute jobs. Cleaning the spare room, meeting the photographer etc. I’m also hoping to trial a little life logging camera from http://getnarrative.com/?gclid=COjmyoSC3b0CFY3HtAod5TIAUg which should arrive in the next couple of days and will help me record the event whilst not really thinking about it.
The clothes are on their way. The rings are being engraved. The witnesses are primed and we have dropped the music cd in to the register office…..now just to wait…..waiting is hard.