Don’t forget what a wedding is about
“When’s your Mum arriving?” is a question I’ve been asked so often in the last couple of months that I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard it.
It’s a question that gets me on edge as soon as it’s out, because – without fail – the next bit of the conversation is identical, every single time.
“We’re just having a very small wedding, us and two witnesses”
“Oh” they then say, looking aghast, with no attempt to conceal their horror, just like every other person who’s asked the same question. “Is she really upset?”
