The look on the face of the Eldest of the Darling Daughters was classic. Sheer panic would best describe it.
All I had said, when she showed me the lilies plucked that
morning from her very own garden, was that they could go on the table with the cake. "Cake?!" she cried, "You haven't bought a cake?" The look of relief on her face when I reminded her that I had left the Whole Cake Business up to her was a sight to behold.
For just a minute, she was imagining two anniversary cakes vying for precedence on our garden table. One of the many funny moments leading up to our Golden Wedding day.
I hope you will excuse me if I indulge
myself in a few more Golden Thoughts. You only ever have one Golden Wedding, you know, and there's only so much you can say in a single blog. So here are a few of the more off-piste moments.
After the amazing
rendition during the Church service of "Already Home" by grandkids Katie, Jack, Hazel and Eleanor, lots of our guests wanted to hear it again so I announced a repeat performance in the garden. As the songbirds' voices swelled into the air, Young Faris and
Morgan - known to you all as the Rampaging Rascal and the Duracell Bunny - ran in and out of the patio doors and across their path waving the plastic palm tree from the Monkey Game. Photographs taken of the Musical Quartet are enhanced (for want of a better
word) by a piece of yellow curved plastic at their feet. I think the boys added an extra, but appropriate, dimension to a song which was after all about home.
My Boy reckons his nieces and nephew should apply
for the 2017 Britain's Got Talent. He has appointed himself their manager and has determined that they should go by the name of NANOS which stands for Nieces And Nephews Of Steve. What he would really, really like would be to sing along with them, so forming
a quintet but so far they haven't issued an invitation to join them.
Incidentally, the Duracell Bunny wasn't at all sure about the task I had allocated him and his brothers - that of handing out the hymn sheets
at the Church door. However, as I rather suspected, when it came to it, there was no way he was going to be left out. The fact that lots of our guests had arrived super-early meant that the boys' best endeavours went unnoticed by some - but
The Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, performed their main task - to look enchanting - quite brilliantly. Usually their mother, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, likes to dress them "the same, but different" - but for special occasions
there is nothing like the Power of Twins Dressed Alike. Yellow dresses, pink sandals and flowers in their hair. Tala the Diva did, it is true, spend much of the service sitting on her mother's lap, loudly intoning "Row, row, row" (as in, the boat, don't you
know?) while her brother could be heard munching on hula hoops during quiet moments. One of these (the hoops, not the children) might have been useful had the Best Man forgotten my beautiful new eternity ring - though it might have been a problem prising even
one out of the Rascal's hands.
Here, there and everywhere were our caterers, the lovely Bernadette and her fella, Neil. They had bought themselves gold ties, especially for the occasion. "I do love a party!"
Bernadette kept saying as she dashed between tables, bearing aloft plates of sandwiches, constantly refilling tea pots, while at the same time replenishing the cake stands with her delicious home-made cakes. Out in the kitchen, Neil was the most good-natured
washer-upper I have ever met. We certainly struck lucky when we heard of Get Stuffed Catering...
It's a whole week since our Golden Day. We are still talking about it, Mr B and I, still remembering what people said,
still playing and replaying "Already Home", still finding our eyes filling with happy tears at the memory.
I dare say we will still be talking about it this time next week.