Everything went smoothly. To avoid everyone having to drive to the reception, a coach had been arranged, and I dashed over to the hall to make sure it was ready after the wedding, and had just enough time to light all the candles before the guests poured in the doors. A little earlier than anticipated, but it was fine.
And most important of all, the bride and groom had a wonderful day to remember, and we were all a part of a very special, happy celebration of their marriage.
What did I wear? Well, at 2pm, my bedroom resembled a jumble sale. I think every possible thing I could have worn was in a heap on the bed. Then I unearthed a 3 piece trouser suit thingy in olive green from the bowels of the cupboard. Silky stuff. I am very accurate and technical here, as you can see. I found a silk scarf in various shades of green, and swished that around the neck, slapped on some makeup, sorted the hair, and was out of here. I did actually stop some random strangers going into a shop to ask if the scarf was a fashion disaster or not. They assured me it was perfect, so I hobbled off to the church. In my old, battered flat black shoes, because fashion items on the feet would have been a little stupid. And anyway, no-one was going to notice.
And I can report that carrying a bag, using a crutch and trying to take photos at the same time is an unfortunate combination. My normally excellent co-ordination went for a loop. The wildly swinging crutch was a minor irritation to those close by. But we all survived.
And a wonderful time was had by all. I left as the band struck up and headed home for bed. I need to work on the staying power.