Hello, everybody
. Many thanks to everyone who wished me and my son well for The Wedding the day before yesterday. I was very touched by your messages.
The wedding went pretty well. Weather wasn't wonderful, as all Londoners will know, BUT it didn't rain, which we and the Met Office thought it might. It wasn't entirely without incident. My son at one point went on with the vow before the registrar had said it (well, he knew what came next!) and then the registrar actually forgot (for a moment) about the necessity of signing the register. She signalled to the string quartet and they launched into something or other, then stopped. Registrar said "My fault", everyone laughed and all went on normally after that. We all enjoyed the mistakes. I found the whole thing incredibly moving, far more than I expected to, and I cried
much more than I expected to. Both bride and groom looked absolutely beautiful. My son said afterwards how glad he was that they had decided against the white wedding dress look, because Katherine just looked like Katherine, in her simple dress (variously described as "oyster", "magnolia", and "very pale browny-peach" in colour) and ballerina hair-style with one flower.
The string quartet was from the RAM, and turned into a quintet for part of Chopin's 1st Piano Concerto. Please don't sneer - it had to be an extract, and it had to be a "reduced score". There wasn't space for a whole orchestra, even if they could have afforded it! It was a piece that meant a lot to them, but they do usually listen to the whole thing
. I was very impressed by the RAM students. They were extremely professional, and had a whole repertoire of suitable things to fill in time with when necessary. There were a couple of poems, read quite well (though I think I would have done it better, as neither of the friends who read them really knew how to project the voice). Then all was done, and we had a relaxed reception, with some very good speeches. My son said to me, twiddling his wedding ring, "I feel grown up now".
I am
so relieved it is all over. I'm terribly tired, but I think the stress is beginning to roll away. It is rather nice having a daughter-in-law, I've decided, but there is something really strange about two families who barely know each other suddenly being thrown together in such emotional circumstances.
(Oh, and I met a friend of my son's whose father had grown up in Aldeburgh and used to swim in Benjamin Britten's swimming pool. He was disappointed to learn the pool had been built over, to make an exhibition area.)