Today I shall be mostly recovering from a very wonderful weekend.
We attended a perfect family wedding.
Perfect, because all of the ingredients that make a truly happy wedding were there.
The ingredients were as follows..
Two people very much in love.
One very beautiful bride and a damned handsome groom.
Beautiful bride's mega-fun Australian family ( who are today probably thanking their lucky stars that they live on the other side of the world from our side of the family ).
Glorious sunny weather.
One very pretty old church.
One eccentric joke-telling vicar.
Tuneless singing in the church.
Childish sniggering when singing 'All things bright and beautiful' ( It's the 'purple headed' mountain bit that sets us all off)
Lots of sniffling Mummies having to explain to their children that it's only 'happy tears'.
Lots and lots of hugs.
And a few more tears remembering precious people who are no longer with us.
A lovely location to party it up. With a big safe garden so we didn't have to bother looking after our children
; )
(at one point we found them all happily playing on the compost heap).
Lots and lots and lots of Champagne.
Lots and lots and lots of laughter.
An *inappropriate* best man's speech which left some people looking slightly shocked.
My Mother clashing gloriously in a lime green and orange ensemble.
My daughter ACTUALLY WEARING A DRESS !
My Mother being informed by the bride's uncle ( in a loud voice) that you could see her black knickers through her dress.
My Mother replying in an equally loud voice that he must be mistaken, because she wasn't wearing any knickers.
One person falling over and doing a near-perfect forward roll without spilling any beer from his pint.
One person having to go and have a little lie-down for a while.
One of the Mummies feeling the need to show anybody passing by her bra. (Thank God this wasn't me).
Great disco with lots of 80's music.
Lots of funky dancing.

I'll spare you the photos of me dancing, because we all think we are adorable and can dance real sexy when we've had a glass of bubbly or two - right ? (cringe cringe).
Shouting very rude things to the Bride and Groom about what they're going to get up to that night as they retire to the Bridal suite.
The best man drunkenly leaving his hotel room in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, returning to the wrong room, and cuddling up in bed with a married couple for half an hour before anybody realised.
Best man being completely gutted the next day, because the pretty wife he'd been cuddling had been naked and he couldn't remember a thing about it.
A recovery barbeque that next day for everyone to find out if they had offended/upset or snogged anybody they shouldn't have and to laugh at the very embarrassed,hung-over, best man.
Like I said - a perfect family wedding.
Lauren and Lee, thank you for a lovely weekend.