In which Sarah goes to a wedding, laughs at Thiry-Year-Old virgin jokes and scares a small child.

Yep, that's pretty much it actually. Except to comment that Louise looked absolutely beautiful and the decorations which I know she organised were perfect and tasteful. The music, which Trent organised was less than perfect and tasteful - ie lots of cheesy nineties music. I danced to 'Mambo Number Five'. And then I posted that fact on the internet. Shame.

I stole a Crown Lynn teacup from the church hall. Naughty.

The bridesmaids poked fun at the fact that the groom was thirty years old and cherry intact... read a poem that Louise had written on their two year anniversary where she asked him "didn't he want to get his hands on the treasure?" and if he wanted to be a forty year old virgin... The mind boggles, really. The first dance was to 'Lets get it on', Marvin Gaye. Heh. But imagine if your sexual status was the in-joke at your wedding? I really don't think the status of my virginity will ever come up for contention. Clearly I am as pure and as virginal as the newly driven snow.

Emma, sitting at our dinnertable:

At this wedding there were what felt like hundreds and hundreds of small children, all the girls were wearing pink dresses and alternatively stared at and ran away from the adults they didn't recognised. Children are very strange. The service was very Christian, like the bride and groom, and the small children spent the entire thing wriggling and making noises and getting up and sitting down and hitting each other and pulling each others hair and wriggling and wriggling and wriggling. A church fall of small children trying to be quiet is a very noisy distracting place indeed. In fact, its the most effective contraceptive I've ever experienced. Imagine putting up with all that wriggling all the time. Ugh! And then, at the reception, some clever clever person put on a Pingu video and the small children sat there and watched him religiously with their mouths slightly open as they ate big bowls of ice cream. It was a little scary - a bank of children hypnotically fixated on a claymation penguin.

The word 'penguin' is really weird, incidentally.

Talking of wriggling, noisy kiddies, Bryna must have given birth by now. Hooray! I can't wait to see ickle Megatron!