This post is a bit late, as protocol demands that Emily and Chris post photos on social media before others do, and fair enough. Just pretend it was written on Saturday.
It was the day before Christmas, and all round the house nothing stirred, not even a mouse. Hang on, wrong fairytale.
This fairytale took place on Saturday, 13 July 2024, at Tottington Manor, when our fairytale princess married her Prince Charming.
Everyone was up at 6am to get ready before the hair and makeup routines commenced. I was on standby to receive instructions on how quick to walk, which arm she was going to be hanging onto, etc.
Since you know how this turns out, Iโll concentrate on the photos.
The ceremony was fairly simple. The usual โI doโ and promises to love and cherish. I think Chris was struggling to keep it together at one stage, but he did. Rings were exchanged, registers were signed and just like that we lost Emily Jewell, now Emily Page.
Chris and Emily both made speeches, as did Amelia. I bumbled my way through the toast, although it seemed to go okay as I had some positive comments. I was under strict instructions as to what I could and couldnโt say. Most of which were ignored.
The dancing started and I began fading. The music and festivities went on until midnight, or so I was told. I went upstairs to bed about 10pm and Michelle wasnโt far behind me.
The rest of the trip will seem like a bit of an anticlimax now, not that it matters. The most important bit went off without a hitch.
See you, Steve and Michelle