So, Mum, Geoff, Nige and Ian have gone. Janet and Laura disappeared shortly before that. And I'm here, still very dazed 
Yesterday was a fantastic day. The weather held, except for a short shower as Lisa and Stuart left the church. But then, everyone cries at the end of a wedding, don't they
All went without a hitch. Lisa's niece, Georgia, threw rather more petals than I expected (my job was collecting them all back up), and the cd player didn't play up. And the vicar was stereotypically English, stumbling his way through the service, and giving some amusing views on life and marriage.
And so to the receiption. A short walk through the cemetry, the church being the one next to where Jules and her Nan and Grandad, and Toby, are buried. Popped up to Jules grave to say a quick hello. Not been up there for a while, it's too dark come the end of the day now, and weekend's have been absorbed with various pre-wedding celebrations, and work.
Dinner, speeches, and wine flowed down at the Cromwell. Lots of people I've not seen for ages. A good chance to catch up with friends, as weddings always are. Then the floors were cleared, rooms checked in, and back down for the disco.
The rest of the day and evening is blurred. I just about remember Ian buying me the first vodka and coke. The beer had run out (yes, the bar had been drunk dry), so there was little else left. And there's pictures of me asleep in the fireplace. And being ill at some point too. Not quite sure how I got back to my room, but it was 4:30 when Ian and Laura retired back to their rooms, leaving me and Nige to wait for the inevitable hangover to smash into our heads.
I think I'm sober now. But, like I said at the start, it's all a bit hazy at the mo. Maybe a good nights sleep will cure that
