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I turned to Andrea. ‘There’s only one thing to do’, she looked puzzled. ‘We’ll go ahead with the reception today’, I told her. With more help from the police we turned the cars around, drove a short distance in the opposite direction and soon both arrived outside the hall we had booked for our reception. Martin stepped out of his car, I walked over


ction and soon


to him in tears, we hugged. ‘Can you believe this’, I sobbed. He hugged me harder. ‘You know what we need’, I said. ‘A drink!’ A handful of guests were there to greet us, but most were still stuck near the Bridge. Guests were served their


food, as they arrived in dribs and drabs. The karaoke was set up, and a few ‘turns’


later, one of Martins good mates did his best ‘Bridge over troubled water!’ Cheeky lad! Evening guests began to turn up.


Totally oblivious to the days proceedings, they offered hearty ‘Congratulations!’ We explained, ‘We’re not married yet!’, which was easier to say without sobbing, having had a few drinks. The music was halted and the speeches


began. ‘My wife and I...’ Martin began. ‘Oh no, sorry, girlfriend and I...’, the whole hall laughed, including me! It turned out to be a fantastic night.


We danced, sang and drank until 2 in the morning then headed home. The kids were staying at Andrea’s


which was a good job really. I had consumed far more alcohol than was good for me. Well I was drowning sorrows, then celebrating as well!


OH. . . MY HEAD HURTS! Morning came, as did the hangover


from hell. I turned to Martin. He opened one eye, smiled and promptly went back to sleep! I felt rough, I looked rough. And my


dress, my God it looked like it had been dragged around the dance floor. And where was my veil? Andrea arrived with the kids. She shouted


upstairs, ‘come on you two, we’ve got a wedding to go to’, with a laugh. We sailed straight over the Bridge this


time, in the Rolls Royce the car company gave us for free. How nice was that! Guests cheered as we stepped out of


the car. Of course I smiled, but inside the cocktail of butterflies and last nights alcohol was taking its toll. I looked far from best, I felt dreadful and totally missed the part where Martin turns to see his Bride-to-be.


Never mind, at least wd at leastwe


were now husband and wife! Later we heard that the guy who had caused the hold-up was charged with being a public nuisance. I’ll say! But hey, he’s safe and we’re married, that’s all that’s important. After the ceremony, Martin had arranged our second reception. A barbecue in the sunshine at his brother John’s house. So, I sort of had 2 Weddings for the price of one. Aren’t I a lucky girl! Ha ha!


The stunning Jubilee Bridge that spans the Mersey. It didn’t look quite as much the lovely landmark on Emma’s Wedding Day.


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