There are always a few final arrangements to make. To quote a former colleague "If it wasn't for the last minute nothing would ever get done." In reality whilst we did our last minute arrangemets, like getting up, showering, and watching the minute hand slowly drive the hour hand towards the magic 3, others were driving to the township of Rocky Hill to swap suits for ones that were less generously proportioned. The photographer snapped (not literally of course, though bending over backwards as they were, a greenstick fracture was a possibility) away, and the 1.00pm beer appointment was studiously observed. Tradition is important, so the bright yellow school bus whisks us away to Tyrone farm and deposits us in good time to have an aperitif. A number of well groomed young men make sure that we have everything we need, and then we are seated on the front row, craning our necks to catch our first glimpse of the Nadia and bridesmaids. The moment is worth waiting for. Having executed a giraffe like double helix, They glide accross the path fromthe cottage with the six jade clad, as opposed to jaded bridesmaids eac with a piece of Nadias train ensuring it didn't come in to contact with any contaminant before it was seen by the guests.
James lines up the groomsmen, (odd to say he is getting married,) and tries to look cool as the bridesmaids swap pumps for high heels and make their entrance. Nadia is awesome! Her dress is beautifully detailed, and it is clear that James is a very lucky man.
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