Hannah and Iain’s wedding
30 Blogs! Wow! My old school teachers wouldn’t believe I could do it. In fact, I bumped into one this month and he asked who was writing it for me. Unfortunately, Mr Drew, Sir, I am not famous enough to have a shadow writer, although it is appealing. It must be a mixture of your unforgettable tutelage, spell checker and that habit that kept getting me chucked out of class…talking too much.
What do you get if you sandwich two rainy days with a perfectly sunny summer’s day in Cornwall? Hannah and Iain’s wedding! It was indeed a fabulous day full of sunshine and stomach churning happiness. We forgot the invite, but why would we need one, they know who we are? As is common in these quaint little villages in the countryside, we had to park a little way away and a walk down a near vertical descent to the church. Jenny gripping onto me like her life depended on it. We wondered how on earth Hannah was going to make it down here in her dress? Simple, she knew the way. There was another sneaky little road down to the church with a car park…maybe we should have brought the invite after all. Despite the rumours the day got off to a perfect start and in the beautiful, tucked away little church near Wadebridge, Hannah said yes. My interest peeked a little as Hannah did try to get out of it with a sly move by putting the ring on Iain’s right (wrong) hand and thought nobody would notice. The sharp eyed vicar had obviously seen this move before and caught her in the act. Sorry Hannah, it’s clearly too late for you to back out now. We then drove a few miles down the Cornish country lanes to the middle of nowhere and arrived in a field on top of a hill overlooking the seaside and sandy beaches by Padstow, all drenched in glorious sunshine that made you proud to be British. And that is the advantage of a marquee wedding, you can choose your view. I loved it. Canapés down, roast beef carved at the table, chocolate cake and after some Devonshire ice cream (Iain’s only contribution to whole day it would seem) for pudding we were entertained by a great fun band. To finish the evening with another highlight of many was the silent disco. How funny, everybody dancing to different tunes. The headsets all had three different coloured lights for the three different sound tracks (that you could choose with a simple switch) and we all bounced around singing our hearts out to different classics at the same time. How we must have looked to the people watching. In moments like that, who cares though, simply wonderful.
Less wonderful now is the reality thatwith Iain and Hannah on their honeymoon to Dubai, I have gone from three Chiropractors in the clinic to one…me. Damn. Busy times ahead. Work! Work, that’s what this blog should be about. Not nearly as fun, but Keith, Chris and Sian our physio’s are also really busy. With Keith’s appointment as head physio for Bristol Rovers, his hours are cut back a bit in the clinic but I am proud of the talents of Chris who has proved himself working in international rugby 7’s and Sian who worked at the Royal Ballet stepping into the breach. What a team we have when you include James, Amy and Fayme, the sports therapists, who constantly ease peoples aches and pains away with wonderful sports massage and give great exercise advice.
I did say that I would let you know how Vegas went but I have changed my mind…apparently what goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas…plus I go on the theory that if I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen. So we definitely didn’t go to any pool parties, didn’t see the American bikini contest finals, go to any night clubs, see Calvin Harris, no roller coasters and definitely no gambling…I better go back soon…just so I can remember it…
