Tuesday, 23 May 2006

Married

Once my children reached their late teens, I wondered what I’d have thought if one of them announced an engagement to someone in their thirties. My mother didn’t turn a hair, and if she had misgivings she kept them to herself. I certainly didn’t; I remember reading that it was quite usual to have doubts and nerves before the wedding day and wondering if that meant I was unwisely complacent.

I went shopping for a wedding dress. I chose a yellow and white mini with a large white collar, large white splashy flowers on a yellow background. It cost £5, which was pretty cheap even for 1973 and I continued to wear it for years. I also wore a light oatmeal-coloured summer coat and a gold brooch in the shape of a dragonfly, which my mother-in-law gave me.

We got married on a Thursday and my new in-laws took us and my mum out to lunch before they left on their holiday. Sage and I drove to Yorkshire for a brief honeymoon.

The next morning we went out to explore the town, which was probably Settle. He dived into an antique shop and was pleased to find two Victorian vesta cases (little match boxes, often made of silver, sometimes other materials in ‘novelty’ shapes). In another shop he found a third and was delighted. He said I brought him luck.

The next day he said, would I mind going home (to Lowestoft, the most easterly town in Britain) by way of Bristol (in the south-west). There was a picture he wanted to look at……
So on Saturday afternoon we drove towards Bristol and as evening fell, started to look for a hotel. We were surprised to find no vacancies anywhere, until we were told there was a cider festival that weekend; everywhere had been booked up for weeks. Finally, we stopped at a charming little hotel and, almost without hope, walked in. The proprietor was dialling the telephone and politely replaced the receiver. We asked for a room. He had had a single and a double room booked by a family who hadn’t turned up; he was just ringing the local Tourist Board to let them know he had vacancies.

The Sage is quite astonishingly lucky. He always has been. I used to find it infuriating sometimes, when he left something until the last moment and then a completely unexpected happy chance meant that there was no need to panic after all, but nowadays I rely on it too.

He bought the picture the next day, a Tom Smythe (a Victorian landscape painter who lived in Ipswich), and we travelled home. And told friends and workmates that we were married.

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I've added several pictures today that I've taken within the last month. Not the ones of Squiffany as I haven't asked her parents. Of the garden mostly, and one of Tilly looking a bit shifty. But merely following a bantam and not at all chasing it.

4 comments:

KW said...

Mr. KW has similar luck. For the last few years, despite teasing me about it happening to me (which it never has), he has realised his MOT is due literally the day before it expires. This also happens to coincide with his road tax. But he always manages to find somewhere that will do his car, and his car always manages to pass, despite its age and distinct heapness. Typical. I've stopped despairing of him; this is clearly just the way he is. ;)

diamondweeza said...

The Sage's luckiest turn was clearly his bride. Sounds like a very spontaneous and fun honeymoon weekend - much more interesting than a Sandals resort eh?

Where are the photos though? Not of the honeymoon, obviously!

How do we know said...

wow!! Do you have any pictures of your wedding, or the honymoon?

Z said...

KW - with all due modesty if applicable, read DW's comment and apply it to the two of you. And as long as the luck rubs off on us, what is there to say?

DW - aw, how nice. The good thing about marrying an antiques collector is that the older you get the more valuable you become.

DW & HDWK - I'll see if I can find some. I haven't got any myself but there is an album inherited from my mother-in-law somewhere. Then I have to scan them in and da de da de da .... it will take a few days, I'm looking after Squiffany thursday and friday.