The meal was much the same as other wedding meals.  Dad was a bit nervous during his speech.  In fact, he had spent most of the time before we sat at the tables composing it, with the help of Gran and Joyce.

Soon after the meal Alan and I left to see Nan at the hospital. Uncle Bill had offered to drive us there in his car.  It was nice to get away for a while and have a bit of peace and quiet.  I noticed people were looking at us which seemed very odd until I remembered we were all dressed up in our wedding finery.

We found the hospital and the right ward after asking directions from a man who wished us good luck.  The matron met us at the door and told us where in the ward Nan was.  She said Nan was ever so excited and all the ladies in the ward had been waiting for us to come.  I did feel an idiot walking down the ward because we had been showed into the door at the opposite end to Nan’s bed so we couldn’t just slip in to see her.

Nan was very tearful but at least she was coherent.  She proudly presented us with a cake stand.  A very contemporary two-tier cake stand.  Nice.  We had taken her a piece of wedding cake and flowers tied as a buttonhole corsage.  We didn’t stay long and when we left Alan kissed her.  Auntie Rose said that Nan told everyone about that, she was ever so pleased.

Unfortunately, the party had died rather while we were away.  The Best Man wouldn’t unlock the bar until we got back so most of the men had departed to the pub.  The band arrived soon after we did so it didn’t take long for it all to liven up.

Alan and I knew we would have to start the dancing and we had made some half-hearted attempts at rehearsing.  Surprisingly, it went off without a hitch.  Alan said  he hadn’t been thinking about it, otherwise he would have made mistakes.

The evening guests arrived and we were busy talking to them in between odd dances.  When Carol and Clive arrived Clive asked if he could dance with the bride and whizzed me off into a quickstep.  I enjoyed that dance a lot.  The quickstep is my favourite dance and I don’t often get the chance to do it.  Alan told me afterwards that he had asked the MC to start us with a slow dance as I couldn’t move very quickly in my dress!  Half an hour later I was tearing around the floor with Clive.

The photographer came with the proofs of the photos.  We were very pleased with them.  He took orders from the guests but we had to go to see him to choose the ones we want for the album and to pick an album.

Everybody ate, everybody drank and I think everybody had a good time.

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