Getting Married

It was almost 20 months from when I said 'will you' to when we said 'I do' but on 25th Sept I married the Dodgess.

The preparations always seemed somewhat last minute, but probably weren't compared to some couples. We weren't folding orders of service the night before. In fact in the end I had a relatively quiet evening the night before.

I set quite a few alarms in the morning. Understandable I think - brooms aren't meant to be late. About an hour before I left for the church in the oldest, crummiest taxi in Singapore - hardly a hired Bentley.

Anyway, I reached the church with plenty of time, and whilst there were a few things to do, my main memory of is, frankly, of waiting. Dad says I was pacing, which is true - truth was I was bored into pacing. I did catch up with a few guests from the UK, who all arrived well in advance of the locals.

Then the doors closed - so presumably the Dodgess was outside. As she walked in, the thing that I remember the most is her smile! The church service seemed to go well. Actually, it's hard to tell - you can't see what is happening behind you.

At the end we had a line-up and then some photos. And then we went upstairs for an informal lunch - we actually did quite a lot of talking, and not all that much eating. Fortunately, the hotel where we had our Banquet provided us with a small plate of delivious macaroons. Which was lovely. It would have been far better had we been given the right room from the start, but the error was eventually sorted.


We had a bit of rest in the afternoon. There was a little preparation for the evening. A quick meeting before hand - but the hotel was good at juist doing things. A quiet little drinks reception, which was fun - lots of catching up.

After the first course (an Asian version of a cold cut platter) we zoomed upstairs to change - me from white to black, the Dodgess from white to blue. We got back in time for the 3rd course, preceeded by pouring a champagne fountain. That was fun - if a little nervewracking. We had about 20 glasses of champagne, and a bottle of Bollinger. Anyway, it all worked well, and we didn't spill any of the champagne either!

By the end of the evening I think almost all of those there were very stuffed - 8 courses is a lot to get through.


Overall - both of us had a really fabulous day. Hopefully the one in the UK will be equally fun!


A few photos: