Today Mr B asked me to marry him. Again.
Next year we will celebrate our Golden Wedding and Mr B suggested that we should renew our vows. It was a bit like being proposed
to all over again. I cried. Though, now I come to think of it, I didn't do that first time around. Mr B was misty-eyed too though he covered it up pretty well.
It has cast a whole new light on our preparations
for next year's celebration and I took to the Internet to consult a list of Do's and Don'ts when considering renewal of vows. This was most helpful - Mr B was particularly pleased that the advice was not to walk down the aisle like first time around. I think
he was afraid I might make an Exhibition of Myself. Similarly the advice is not to have "attendants" - so I won't be emulating Alice in The Vicar of Dibley who dressed her bridesmaids as the Teletubbies. Probably a good thing to put that particular temptation
A three-tiered cake would be out of proportion to the occasion while a Gift List would be Totally Out Of Order. Mr B and I agree on both counts. A small bouquet would seem appropriate but this should
not be thrown over the shoulder into the assembled audience. Just as well, given my wayward throwing skills.
It doesn't seem that long ago since our Ruby Wedding Party. I still remember arriving at the old
barn where the party was held to find it festooned with bunting made out of photographs of Mr B and me on our Wedding Day. It must have taken ages to make, I marvelled. The Middle of the Darling Daughters said not to worry - she had given the task of Bunting
Manufacture to the kids at her school who had found themselves in detention. How ingenious.
Our Boy had been in charge of The Banner. As regular readers will know, I specialise in the production of recycled
banners marking birthdays and other occasions. Our Boy is emphatic that his banners, being especially manufactured for each occasion, steal a march on mine. I maintain, stoutly, that where banners are concerned, recycling is The Way To Go. Which reminds me
- The Twinkles' first birthday is fast approaching. They will each have an individual banner, I have determined. Whether their mother has enough wall space to display them is Not My Problem.
We still play
the DVDs produced for that August Occasion. Or June Occasion, to be strictly accurate. Whenever friends ask us how we met we say: "Just watch this!" It's called "When Brian met Jaqui" - with more than a nod to the film When Harry Met Sally. Jack plays Mr B
(wearing a swim cap for those scenes requiring Mr B to be follically challenged), Katie plays me. Eleanor plays my best friend Pat ( she was only little and clearly hasn't the faintest idea what it's all about. Eleanor that is, not my friend Pat. Are you keeping
up?) Hazel plays a number of roles, most memorably the postman turned Cupid who used to deliver my daily letters to Mr B and never asked for the postage even when my straitened circumstances meant I had sent the letters unstamped.
There's plenty of time to plot and plan between now and next June. Mr B, however, having made the proposal, is happy to leave the actual detailed arrangements to Yours Truly. I hope he doesn't regret his decision.
Any offers to play the part of the Teletubbies?
For one - very special - day only.