21st August London
** Today is the wedding.
** My Karen apparently has booked a number of hotel rooms somewhere nearby to the wedding location for the 5 of us so that we can enjoy ourselves and not worry about trying to get home early or miss buses and or tubes and or taxis. London is so spread out that the old term, 'geographically unsuitable ' comes to mind. Everything is so far from everything else.
** We caught a cab from the Holborn flat thought to Marylebone station. We spent the trip talking to the cabbie about his hybrid cab and how it differed in technology from normal hybrids etc. We get to the station and we all jump out and as the cab moves off I realise with a proverbial kick in the stomach that with the cab goes my phone. I sort of let out a nice bl""y""ll.
My Karen to the rescue. She opened the cab app, found the trip just completed, phoned the cabbie to say that a phone was in the back seat, and then a big smile on her face when the cabbie told her he was parked barely 20m away, awaiting for a new fare. Off I went doing my best impression of the Notre Dame hunchback. One phone retrieved!
I may have been a computer science teacher for all those years but modern day to day communication & technology still amazes me. Just love it.
** The wedding was something else. Maybe 120 people but the speeches were wonderful, from the heart, and full of love and romance and a dash of humour. It was in a very old building full of raw beams, with one beam able to be dated to the 1480s. The local village is called Rickmansworth.
Other than my phone, two slight hiccups along the way - the celebrant was running late (do not know why), and the father of the bride, who had just given her a kiss and was moving back to his seat, seemed to slip on a possible dodgy pathway stone. Once a doctor guest determined that the fall was not due to the father's on going medical situation, the wedding continued. Long story, short story, an ambulance had to come and ensure he was ok, and actually took him away for observation but he returned just as the speeches got going. Needless to say he received a standing ovation.
** Karen had organised for all of us to spend the night sleeping over at a local country pub, a first for me. The pub is called the Bedford Arms and is in a small village named Chrnies. My sisters shared a room, my nephews shared a room, and I ended up in a room on my own, almost triple the size of anything I have experienced to date over the past 4 to 5 weeks
A few images from the wedding
With my siblings
And that was Sunday the 21st August, and at least in this small area of England, all is well with the world.
As a postscript, apparently once the wedding was over, the bride & groom went off to their hotel, only to find that it was closed for the night. They apparently arrived too late. So, the groom had to phone his parents to come & collect them and take them home.
Appropriate end to a very weird day.
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