No sooner had we decided upon a quiet, intimate ceremony to mark a new chapter in our lives, than up jumped the twin-nightmares of responsibility to others and cost.
First time around responsibility to others didn't matter, everybody was invited. This time we need to figure out who we absolutely have to invite and, more awkwardly, who we can not invite without causing bad feelings. We thought maybe twenty people maximum to share the day, yet already the essential invite list numbers fifty, and that is pared down to the bone.
We thought we'd aim just to have the ceremony and then organise a 'tea at the Ritz' style high-tea, rather than another dull sit-down meal at vast expense, but it would appear that to host such a function locally will cost more than busing the whole damned lot up to the actual Ritz!
It seems that there is an unwritten tax system in place where, if a supplier gets the merest whiff of wedding, all previously competitive prices become rounded-up to the nearest £1000, and judging from some of the quotes not even the nearest. If I were actually getting married I might be less horrified, caught up in the whirlwind of romance and expectation, but we are two old farts going to renew our vows after a car-crash of a marriage. We can see the mad gleam of avarice in the eye of those trying to get our business, we can sense our savings surrounded by predators and quaking in fear.
My advice, do try and get it right the first time, the stress of doing it a second time may result in you needing to do it a third.
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