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The reception was held in what used to be my bedroom. I have just noticed that we seem to be wearing matching bracelets, how naff is that? The baker used the wrong colour icing and we ended up with green writing rather than the blue we ordered. I think they thought it was for the local football team.
In the morning before the service mum and I spent ages cutting up sandwiches and doing the catering for the reception. I remember Uncle Harold getting well oiled and scaring the kids in the garden when they were playing in the tent. It ws all fun though and uncle is always more fun aftera couple of whiskeys!
