So, back home. The cards are open, the gifts unwrapped and the contents logged. All bills have been paid ((including the beer bill from Nottingham Brewery who hadn’t warned me I had to pay in cash when I collected the polypins, and who just said – oh, take the beer and drop the payment in the next time you are passing)). All guests have left now and the quiet time alone begins.
And married life began with thinking a) why is the sun shining today and not yesterday? and b) Ooh, the sun’s shining – quick, get the laundry on.
My trusty Zoom H2 was there, sitting in the ceremony room discretely on the mantelpiece of the massive fireplace in front of which we got married yesterday at 1pm, making a recording of proceedings.
I don’t think I will be sharing with the world a full copy of the day, although I can probably make a CD for anyone who particularly wants it.
But I did just want to share the following second or so.
This is the noise my darling husband made as he was slipping my wedding ring onto my finger.
I’ll put a bit of explanation in the comments.