Virtually everything about the day was magical – the only slightly scary part was when everyone pelted us with rice (my mum’s genius idea). Not only did it sting, but grains of rice got stuck in places where they really ought not to be, and I spent the rest of the day shaking and scratching like a dog with fleas. The best part, for me, was the fact that Nicky and I had selected surprise readings for each other, which we managed to keep a secret right until the day itself. Mine was a poem by W H Auden, called “Foxtrot From A Play” – odd title, but it contains the line, “You’re my cup of tea” which is why I thought Nicky would like it. As for Nicky’s choice of reading for me (beautifully read by my sister), I have attached the words to this instalment of “Confessions …” because it was so gorgeous, and so perfect for Litha, that I wanted everyone to share it. The piece is called “When The Day Met The Night” and it’s actually the lyrics of an obscure song but, strangely, it works far better as a poem than as a song. Don’t do as I did and YouTube the song – you will be disappointed!
WHEN THE DAY MET THE NIGHT
by Panic At The Disco
When the day met the night
When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
When the sun found the moon
She was drinking tea in a garden
Under the green umbrella trees
In the middle of summer
When the moon found the sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
But her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
So he said, "Would it be all right
If we just sat and talked for a little while
If in exchange for your time
I give you this smile?"
So she said, "That's okay
As long as you can make a promise
Not to break my little heart
Or leave me all alone in the summer."
Well he was just hanging around
Then he fell in love
And he didn't know how
But he couldn't get out
Just hanging around
Then he fell in love
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Married life is great, not that different from unmarried life but nevertheless wonderful. The one advantage for Nicky is that he is no longer made to feel fifteen years old when referring to me as his “girlfriend” – “wife” sounds so much more grown-up! What’s more, although we are both useless at remembering dates, we are unlikely to forget Solstice Eve as we both love it for different reasons. However, being married has had a disastrous effect on our healthy living – every night since Solstice Eve has been spent in full-on honeymoon mode, eating, drinking and merry-making, with my running shoes lying discarded under the bed. Yikes. We WILL start being good again, because I don’t want to be a fat wife any more than Nicky wants to be a fat husband, but the truth is we’re so enjoying being indulgent at the moment that we’re finding it hard to stop! Maybe in July, when we break up for the summer holidays, we will get back into our saintly routine of early nights, healthy food and plenty of exercise …
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