Fat feet

This morning saw us out and about preparing for renewing our wedding vows at the end of March. I have paid a deposit for the Cafe Bistro we are taking guests to between the service and supper here in the evening. I have ordered a new wedding ring, I never wore mine to begin with but it seems to have disappeared without trace, and we both feel we want to do the exchanging rings part again. I have been measured for a new suit and I bought new sensible shoes with leather soles, since I rarely wear sensible shoes these should serve me at least a decade if not more.

Interestingly though, my diet seems to have resulted in my dropping a shoe size, an unexpected result but one most welcome. I had rather hoped that my belly would noticeably shrink between now and the big day, but it seems I am working from the ground up. Lets hope I don't get stuck half way, else I shall look like a huge fat turkey on spindly legs in all the photos.

The only downside this morning is that we have come to the conclusion that, even if we were to grease them and slide them in sideways, there is no room for a string quartet, still less a quintet, in the room where we will be having our 'tea at the Ritz' style bash. We both would have liked one and had already scouted out the available quartets and the pricing, but I guess it is not to be. A pity, we had planned to have them play in the church, then travel to the reception venue whilst we faffed about posing for photos. But no room is no room and we will have to miss out on this indulgence for now.

Perhaps if we make a better hash of being married than we managed the first time around, we may have an anniversary do in another ten years time or something. One way or another we shall have one play one day, perhaps I should take the intervening time to learn to tango, then we can relive 'Scent of a woman' and dance to Por Una Cabeza, a dream we would both like to fulfil.

Oh well, all systems go today, a welcome change from yesterday when, having discovered our old letters and photos in a box in the attic, we were reminded just how badly wrong things had gone. Our lives together have been a tragedy, mostly the result of factors of which we were unaware affecting our perceptions and behaviour, each of us left with a terrible sadness about the past now that therapy has turned our world upon its head. If only we could turn back time, how different things would have been, but instead, war-weary, old and tired, we shall set out from the beginning once more. This time though, there is no hidden sub-plot, no secret left untold, just the understanding of who we are and what we mean to one another. We have wasted so many years, but our lives now are filled with happiness and, whatever the future may hold, we shall be facing it as one.