Four years after The Man asked me to marry him (at the birth of our daughter, LITERALLY the birth of our daughter), I We decided to get married. Serendipity provided a date that co-incided with the eve of that year's local music festival, the inception of which had been the catalyst for our very first meeting in 1991 (in the darkened backroom of a local pub surrounded by overly-sweaty, half-naked men since you're asking). AND despite it taking another nine years after that first meeting to the First Kiss (in a car-park, in the rain.)
Romance. Yorkshire style. *rolls eyes*

The Man meanwhile in search of a wedding suit came back with a guitar and a can of deodorant. He was eventually wrestled into a shirt (cream, silk and mine) and trousers (bespoke, Italian *rolls eyes*) in time for the wedding.
I walked down the aisle, if aisle it is in a registry office, to Led Zeppelin's "What is and What Should Never Be."
Not the first song that springs to mind for a walk down the aisle admittedly.
When we were officially what we had already been for several years, we left the room again as Mr and Mrs to the equally untraditional
The bit in between still remains slightly hazy but we got a certificate for it so we must have done it right.
Then, like Elvis, we exited the building to be greeted by people throwing things at us, our minuscule guest list having been swollen by my fellow school gate mums offering either support or sympathy via the medium of confetti.
Then we went to pub. Obviously.
Our first dance was, eventually, to ...
.. which was unexpected, barefoot, in a park, in front of a pair of thousand watt speakers and three other people about midnight.
Like you do.
*turns volume up to 11*
What were your wedding songs?
I could've soooo stuffed up this blog post... if only I'd hit the trackskip button...
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