Wedding Dancing: Brilliant!

We woke up yesterday to find it pissing down with rain after months of not so much as a spit, so I felt all gloomy on the bride's behalf and had to completely change my planned outfit. Naughty rain. By the time we'd driven down to Buckingham it was glorious sunshine so while I was delighted for the happy couple I began to regret my tweed dress and black tights - everyone else obviously felt more optimistic and stuck to their floral summer dresses with bare legs so I felt rather silly.

The service was perfect - a stunning bride, Naomi's own church choir singing beautifully, some rather teary vows and lots of confetti. Then it was on to the reception where I consumed wine, soup, wine, champagne, wine, and vodka. Which is why I assume that somewhere, someone is currently watching video footage of the evening and laughing at one rather sweaty, drunken lady in a tweed dress doing something a little bit like dancing.

Needless to say by the time we got back to the hotel I was feeling pretty queasy and this morning I was in a world of pain. Lunch was a fairly zombie-like affair at Jamie's Italian, although I was just about present enough to be able to remember that the Italian Nachos in an angry Arrabiata sauce were a) barely even irritated, but b) delicious.

Sadly I was far too busy on the dancefloor to take any decent photographs, but here's one of a very shiny and very, very happy little giraffe:

Verdict: Lots of fun, lots of love.