L & J's wedding was on J's farm, which is a couple of miles from Mum and Dad's, where I was staying. J is a friend from school and part of the group of friends I hung around with for years in London, so the people at the wedding were some of my favourite people.
It was such a joy to be there and watch their eyes as they made their vows to each other. So precious. I felt full up with happiness, my heart bursting with it. And then all day, everywhere I looked there was someone I wanted to hug and catch up with and talk to. I talked and laughed until I was croaky.
It felt so right us being together. It's been years really, but felt like no time at all, like bumping into them was the normal way of things. The posse has dispersed as people have moved out of London to have families, or for an easier way of life (me). It was a bit awkward introducing A. to everyone, because brain fog struck and hid the names from me, not so I couldn't find them, but so I was not fluent. I called Leah Leanne, I had to work round to Steve so I had time to find his name. People who are dear to me and I've known for years. Brain betrayal.
I kept it as low key and stress free as I could. I wore a dress that I'd already got; and, when I was ironing it and found that it had stains on it, I didn't fret, I managed to convince myself that no-one would notice, and I was going and that was the main thing. I was too tired to be irrational - bonus!
I hadn't said to L&J that I'm on the treatment, as I didn't want to make a fuss, but I did say when I went, as there was going to be a bonfire and camping, so I had to give a reason for sloping off at half nine. Good eggs that they are it was all, all, good.
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