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All was golden in the sky … - June 2009
I am now officially Nicky’s wife! Woo-hoo! Mind you, I don’t think the enormity of what we’ve done has quite hit us as yet – on our wedding night I wanted to open a bottle of wine that some friends had given us, only to have Nicky reply, “No, that’s GOOD wine. We need to save that for a special occasion!” I love being married, but our married life didn’t get off to the most auspicious start – after a glorious Solstice Eve wedding, Nicky spent Solstice Day so hung over that he was unable to see, speak or walk, leaving me so bored out of my brain that I resorted to washing sheets, posting letters, cleaning out Nimby’s litter tray and doing various other mundane tasks on my own. I would have been annoyed had Nicky not looked so utterly pathetic lying on the sofa, wrapped in a lilac duvet and groaning to himself. Every time I looked at his stupid face I wanted to laugh (and from time to time I actually did).
We had a wonderful wedding day – a low-key ceremony and lunch with our immediate families, just the way we wanted it. Nicky and I spent the preceding night apart – I stayed at my sister’s whilst he remained at home with Nimbus – and, really, that was the only thing we did which even faintly resembled tradition. We went “off piste”, as my sister put it, with just about everything else we did on the day. Our wedding is probably the first in history in which the groom’s clothes cost twice as much as the bride’s - I wore a £120 dress which I have had for years (although Nicky hadn’t seen me in it before). I wasn’t given away by anyone – Nicky and I walked into the registry office together, and he later said in his speech that if felt as if he was giving me to himself, rather like buying himself a present! We also chose not to have wedding rings, because Nicky doesn’t like jewellery and because I think the engagement ring symbolises enough of a commitment without needing a further ring to seal the deal. Perhaps we should have forewarned our families of this – we could see everyone glancing anxiously at one another at the end of the ceremony, as if to say, “Stupid people – can you BELIEVE they’ve forgotten the most important bit?”
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