Anyway the wedding was perfect, exactly the sort of day Rich and I wanted. Not to mention that by some amazing peace of blind lucky it was actually sunny and hot!
So without any further ado I shall now bore you with pics!!
Mmmmm, who has a yummy Husband... that's right Me!
Do you like the dress! not bad for a second hand dress and skirt cobbled together into a wedding dress by my amazingly talented Mum! and the whole thing cost about £100! (Mum says's I should stop telling people this but I'm extraordinarily proud of my dress and her handy work!)
Our lovely bridesmaids, my sister Sally on the left and Rich's sister Gemma on the right.
Our fantastic cake, cupcakes was a great idea, no messy cake cutting which would probably have ended up with me getting it all down my dress!
And our reception venue, which was a local village hall, decorated by us, our family's and friends (soo much fun!!)
I could go on and bore you senseless for hours but I shall refrain, just to say a huge thank you to all our family and friends who came (some from quite far away, in a couple of cases from the other side of the world!) Thanks you for making it the most memorable day ever, Richard and I couldn't have asked for anything better!
And finally to sum up, I'd like to share the poem my crazily talented sister Sal wrote and read at the reception:
He sat next to her, they met on a train,
that hustled and bustled through hammering rain,
They travelled together, through turbulent weather,
to big school in Wales,
to draw and drink ales.
The quaint little house on a terrible street,
was home to the two, for a year and a week.
We painted the artex and covered the cracks,
and transformed the terrace to palace, from shack.
He brought her a hamster, he was two tones of grey,
was kept in a sock draw until her birthday.
A holiday was planned in a damp caravan,
"To Barmouth we'll run for a few nights of fun"
with 'Richard the Sand Elf' and 'Sally the Brave'
decided to rebel and pierce her navel.
Mummy was shocked and Daddy just laughed,
Kate took photos and out Sally passed.
After bumbling home in the old CV6,
that struggled up hills and tripped over sticks.
With the grace and finesse of a fine ballerina,
Richard ran back to his yellow Cortina.
He patched up 'old yeller' with the finest wall filler,
that crumbled away as the metal got thinner.
Kate moved down south to live in a Bath,
that ran hot and cold as the weeks slowly passed.
Without her boy, her friend and her lover,
the water grew cold, she needed her plumber.
He couldn't resist her and from London he flew,
to be with his girly who came form the Shrew.
They brought a small house in Bailbrook Lane,
with a hairpin corner to challenge the brave.
They ripped out the 3 bar and tiled the floor,
restored it to greatness but still there came more...
The garden on a shoestring, that soon became fave,
the best blog around from the money they saved.
I can't see them leaving their beautiful home,
with squirrels abundant and black dial up phone.
With Stella the cat on the window sill perched,
to gaze down the road to the rusted tin church.
After 10 years together, 10 years since that train,
that hustled and bustled through hammering rain,
we all come together to cheer and elate,
the wonderful wedding of Richard and Kate.
x
