It's done, Miss Pankhurst is now a married woman. What a beautiful bride, what a lovely day and what a dignified man the Fiance, rather the Husband, is. We had an emotional roller-coaster of a day, tears of joy and quite a few of laughter. My heart went out to the staff at the venue though.
One unfortunate young man was subjected to snatches of conversation at our end of the dining table that included, a misunderstanding about one of us being a hermaphrodite and two of us swapping banter about farting in each others faces. All innocent lady like conversations when not taken out of context. However our credibility took a dive on discussing our handbags. Tit tape and gas powered curling tongs that resembled a marital aid emerged and the poor fella nearly dropped the sorbets. One could have cleared up the misunderstanding, but the mental image of chasing a waiter around a wedding breakfast waving gas powered curling tongs kept us sniggering in our seats.
It's back to reality now with only the memory of that wonderful day to keep us warm against the chill of the customer. Mind you, the arrogant young dandy that pushed past me on the escalator raised a wry smile yesterday. One of the handrails wasn't working in time with the steps and as he went for a well practised casual pose, designed to expose maximum tight buttocked-ness in his low slung tight black pants and his pointy shoes, he was spun around and clattered off the thing into mens wear with all the elegance of a wounded gazelle.
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