Jenny’s friends
five couples.
all who’d heard
of the other four
and knew by name.
All trying to remember
what they’d heard
and which particular
traits and foibles
appertained to each.
Us the latest on the scene.
(colleagues since 1989),
others neighbours,
or met when children born,
and earlier ones since Uni.
And I could see
that some of these
could be friends with me
but others – no,
not ever!
Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
15/28
Thoughts of black and silver - a wedding invitation and what I'm going to wear
Thoughts of adding burnt sienna to Paynes grey to make the colour of the clouds at noon
Thoughts of red - the red of my novel I was notified today has been despatched from Blurb,
and of the wine I can just this minute hear being uncorked - whatever goes with sausages.
Thoughts of adding burnt sienna to Paynes grey to make the colour of the clouds at noon
Thoughts of red - the red of my novel I was notified today has been despatched from Blurb,
and of the wine I can just this minute hear being uncorked - whatever goes with sausages.
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
2010 Anniversary of 1966 Wedding
This forthcoming Friday is our forty-fourth wedding anniversary.
Not significant in commercial terms, no precious metal or stone nor, to the best of my knowledge any spurious gap-filler of ... flowers or futons or figs. Nevertheless I see it as sort of significant if only for the fact that I was born in a house numbered forty four.
And because we started going out together on the fourth day of the fourth month. So I shall give this wedding anniversary a more apt attribution. I shall say this occasion is our lucky wedding anniversary.
We just wanted to be married, so we could live together, sleep together.
My mother wanted to be the Mother of the Bride and endlessly discuss weddings with her work colleagues, so would have preferred us to wait another six months at least.
His parents wanted us to get married in church, despite the fact that neither of us were believers. The hoops they made us jump through, in their attempts to persuade us included a deeply funny tea party to which his mother’d invited the vicar, overcoming her antipathy to his extreme blackness of skin in the hope that he’d talk some sense into us; he, however, appreciated our lack of hypocrisy.
I asked Steve’s recently widowed aunt to make my dress and jacket (nothing fancy – a simply shift) but she rather cocked it up.
My father got so fed up with all the aggravation about church weddings, and was nervous about making a speech, that he offered us £50 to elope to Gretna Green.
Not significant in commercial terms, no precious metal or stone nor, to the best of my knowledge any spurious gap-filler of ... flowers or futons or figs. Nevertheless I see it as sort of significant if only for the fact that I was born in a house numbered forty four.
And because we started going out together on the fourth day of the fourth month. So I shall give this wedding anniversary a more apt attribution. I shall say this occasion is our lucky wedding anniversary.
We just wanted to be married, so we could live together, sleep together.
My mother wanted to be the Mother of the Bride and endlessly discuss weddings with her work colleagues, so would have preferred us to wait another six months at least.
His parents wanted us to get married in church, despite the fact that neither of us were believers. The hoops they made us jump through, in their attempts to persuade us included a deeply funny tea party to which his mother’d invited the vicar, overcoming her antipathy to his extreme blackness of skin in the hope that he’d talk some sense into us; he, however, appreciated our lack of hypocrisy.
I asked Steve’s recently widowed aunt to make my dress and jacket (nothing fancy – a simply shift) but she rather cocked it up.
My father got so fed up with all the aggravation about church weddings, and was nervous about making a speech, that he offered us £50 to elope to Gretna Green.
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