Well, the wedding of my
younger daughter, Hannah, is over and I doubt there was ever a
happier bride. She looked truly stunning and there can't be a sliver
of doubt she'd have given Grace Kelly a run for her money.
For me it was huge
delight to meet friends - young and old - I hadn't seen for 15 to 20
years. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed them. But perhaps
they'll now come to visit and taste the real Spain with me.
Special mention must go
to young Jack, a friend of Hannah's who excelled himself with a poem
of his own devising, albeit in the style of a Mancunian poet I've
never heard of.
Favourite moment of
many - Hannah corpsing during the exchange of vows. She's always had
a keen sense of humour but perhaps this wasn't quite the right moment
to indulge it. But the priest was very indulgent.
So now I head back to
Spain with my elder daughter, Faye, stopping off in Bristol en route
to visit a couple of friends of hers from university.
And normal service will
resume soon, depending on internet access.
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