I do - my wedding blog

It has been nearly a month, I'm stuck right back into work, my name is changed on some things, but people are still talking about the wedding when they see us. Back to the story... As the evening guests started to arrive and we has our coffee and homemade tablet , the men did the speeches. Starting with my dad, who can be a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to public speaking, especially I thought, when he was a bit emotional. But it was suitably funny, soppy and full of advice (lists was the key thing). He managed to embarrass me by mentioning my secret shame from when I was 11 (I failed my cycling proficiency test!) while also make me feel like his special little girl. J's speech was very funny, and I have the scrap of paper he made his notes on in my box of wedding bits. But it was also poignant as he raised a glass to absent friends. The best men did a double act which worked perfectly with one doing the funny stuff and the other playing the straight man. They eve...

After our mad bus trip from the church to the venue - which got a lot of waves and a few bus geek photographers (who knows how they found out about it!)  - we arrived to a round of applause from museum patrons, and were handed yummy peach bellinis. We then got the photos out of the way, largely painless, and even had a group photo of everyone. The photographer made everyone shout "sex!" instead of cheese. My shock will probably be evident on my face in the photo. J and I were then taken off for a few minutes to do some shots of us, including by the walrus and the totem pole. The sun was shining and the drinks were flowing. I was pleased with my mingling skills! We had canapes (kudos to the staff who always made sure J and I got them first). Everyone was then invited to sit for dinner by our toastmaster aka one of our friends from Uni. On our way to our seats we cut our croquembouche using the toastmaster's Sgian Dubh. I had been so looking forward to our food s...