Shuffling in the pews. Reserved seats found. Much fiddling with fascinator. Mr F looking nervous.
The choir make their way down the aisle followed by Miss C looking radiant and beautiful on the arm of her father.
Lumps in the throat swallowed down, hymns sung, vows exchanged, paragraph 4 read with just one catch (or two).
Smiles all round as the bells peal and the photographers snap, confetti thrown, champagne sipped and shoes discarded as we dance into the night.
Today spent being quiet - reading the paper, watching the Grand Prix and removing frogs from Miss P.
Congratulations Mr and Mrs F - what a truly beautiful day, thank you.