Sunday 24th August 2008. It was 40 years ago today that my Auntie Annette (my Dad's sister) and Uncle Brian got married at St Andrews church in Rochford. Ironically, this was the exact date and venue that my Mum and Dad had booked for their wedding; however, a bit of a mishap occurred in the form in me popping into my mummy's tummy at the wrong time! Hence, my parents' wedding was brought forward to March 1968 and my aunt and uncle took their slot!They've both aged so well; they hardly look any older. My uncle has just turned 65 - guys of his age usually have grey hair and are bent over with walking sticks and hearing aids! Thinking about it, most of our family look much younger than they actually are.
It was a garden party and obviously a bit of a gamble knowing how past bank holiday weekend weather has turned out. Most of the day was gloomy and grey with rain looking likely. However, come 4pm, the clouds parted and the sun tried its utmost. There was plenty of coverage in case of rain but it wasn't warm enough for short sleeves (not for me anyway). Later, the patio heater was turned on and the chiminea was lit, which a bunch of us ended up huddled around. At one point, my uncle Mike (my Dad's brother) was going round the tables finding anything that would burn - he even put blue cheese in it - gawd, it smelt so bad burning! Him and my dad are so alike with their mannerisms but Mike has a less obvious and quieter sense of humour, if you get my drift.
At dusk, after the food had been served, a makeshift painted dance floor was planted on the lawn for the evening's musical entertainment. I didn't partake but instead intermittently did a few moves around the table, which was closer to the heat! My dad was hilarious - he is the ultimate 'dad at a wedding' dancer and his specialty is 'Staying Alive'. You have to see it to appreciate how funny it is. I look forward to the repeat performance at my forthcoming party!
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