Fabulous frocks, hair and makeup, high heels being gingerly stepped into - most out of practice - lots of laughs and a general air of something good about to happen. The make-up artists arrived early and set to with their huge bags of magic lotions, creams, brushes, quinquereme of ninevah, whatever. The results were outstanding but of course they had great canvases to work on. And so the day progressed; the bride driven off in a 1933 Beaufort, us taken away in a stretch limo, the ceremony going off smoothly, flower girls perfect. A very nice wedding. We got to bed at 2.00a.m. Next day somewhat quieter as old bones recovered from a late night and long forgotten dance moves. Joints and muscles we'd grown used to ignoring were there suddenly awoken and letting us know.
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