I've been absent for a couple of weeks, as life just got too busy and seemed to take me over. My elder daughter, Alice, and her lovely young man Nick, got married over the bank holiday weekend, just last Saturday, in a village near Settle, W Yorkshire. It was the most amazing affair, organised totally by them. I got to play 'mother of the bride' without making any effort (other than worry about what to wear). Fantastic countryside, full of playful spring lambs and beautiful green fields. Only trouble was that sandwiched between two heatwave weekends (like we've just got now), that particular weekend was chilly and wet. The day of the wedding actually managed to rain all day long. In that Yorkshire way, when it drizzles, constantly, soaking everyone through and through. Everyone rallied, spirits were high, feet got wet. The only real downside was trying to get the outdoor photos against the backdrop of hills 'n dales. Poor Alice is now feeling rather gutted that her special day was ruined in that way. But I've said that from even our own photos viewed so far, there could be some iconic shots - her and Nick standing outside in their finery, holding the umbrellas high! I reckon it could become one of those pictures that sells as a greeting card. If no-one else gets the idea, I'll give it a go.
My only other drama was having to give the 'mother of the bride' speech. There are times when it's handy to be a writer. Even, one hopes, a good writer. The speech seemed to go down well. One speech writing tip: focus on anecdotes, from your child's past and the growing romance with her new husband. Keep off the schmaltz, but make it almost hard-edged. Get them laughing and keep their interest. Or they'll just turn off and down more champagne.
More than a couple of people felt I've missed my great calling in life. I should have been a stand-up comic. Hey, I started late as a blogger. There's time yet for stand-up!