My younger son got married yesterday. The ceremony was in Arundel Town Hall, with my granddaughter from his previous marriage as the bridesmaid. No wicked stepmother syndrome here!
The reception was held in a village hall deep in the South Downs. A hog roast, followed by a ceilidh band (the bride was born in Scotland of Scots parents) before a disco. The table decorations were wild flowers in jam jars and a splendidly neo-rustic time was had by all.
Now I have to pack the car for a trip sous la Manche.
Have a great day tomorrow, all you one-time colonials!