Tag Archives: wedding

Her majesty the mother of the bride (Rousse)

Posted on August 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I joined the parade for SB’s wedding in the 9-inch nude stilettos chosen for me by WB. All around were upright marching bands, soldiers proud in bearskin hats, and pretty dancing ponies. My nephew P and niece A brought up … Continue reading →

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Divorced couple set to remarry – in spite of ghoulish guests (Rousse)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents were very relieved to hear that TPR and I had overcome our differences and decided to remarry. Our divorce in the mid-1990s had been pretty low-key (he’d simply “gone off” me) and since then we had been spending … Continue reading →

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Wedding preparations and wolves (Rousse)

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S and A’s wedding rivalled the Olympics for scale. Everyone was invited. I loved it, especially since so many of my own friends, relations and work colleagues would be there. These included: my sister J and her family all the … Continue reading →

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Rousse forgets to dress

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

For a change I turned left as I passed through the gate, climbed the hill, and headed out along the coast road. Just outside the hotel gates a rather rough wedding party was gathered. The poor podgy bridesmaid wore a … Continue reading →

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Love triangle legacy is a wedding and a bed and breakfast (Rousse)

Posted on July 26, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was bound to have told SL the story of the ill-fated love triangle, yet she had somehow independently befriended the main villain of the piece. There she was, all excited about the forthcoming wedding, begging us to come along … Continue reading →

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Last minute wedding outfit disaster and a cosmetic use for dust (Rousse)

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We were last-minute additions to EM’s wedding party. EM himself lent me one of his maids for the afternoon and her first task was to rush back to our flat to fetch suitable outfits for us. Meanwhile I wandered around … Continue reading →

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Last words of tragic crash victim two days before silver wedding anniversary (Rousse)

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

It was two days before my silver wedding anniversary and things were not going well at work. GR accused me of spying on him. I argued back that anyone sensible would put their job application into the post inside an … Continue reading →

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How not to dress like Siouxsie Sioux (Rousse)

Posted on June 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Siouxsie Sioux and I were in trouble, both deemed as unsuitably attired for the event. She wore a black sequinned cocktail dress. I hadn’t even managed to get out my bed clothes. I was still wearing the thin white cotton … Continue reading →

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Top wedding style and a most unusual gift (Rousse)

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents laid on the party at the White House as a combined hen and stag night for SB and fiancé AG. The date was chosen to take advantage of the ceilidh on the beach, a short walk along the … Continue reading →

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A bigamist and a boy (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I checked in to the Novotel St Pancras and geared myself up for a 48-hour marriage marathon, of which I wholeheartedly disapproved. My sister J was still dithering over who to choose as her groom, having conveniently forgotten that she … Continue reading →

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