They’re entangled in my head with the brightly coloured electronic balls flying across my computer screen. It was almost like I stuck something on the mood boards and then tried to make the dream come true by playing bingo. It all seems so silly now. I’ve got mood boards and Pinterest boards full of enough stuff to make Kim Kardashian’s wedding look like it was on a tight budget. None of these details matter. Not the wedding favours from Jo Malone or the box of flip-flops for my female guests to change into for the evening, to soothe their tired feet. Well, maybe just the Swarovski crystal-emblazoned knickers with ‘Mrs Robinson’ sewn on the bum for the wedding night. But apart from those, it was all the puff that seemed important but in reality no one would ever remember. Or at least I can’t remember it from any wedding I’ve ever been to. The bit I always, without fail, remember about weddings is the first dance. It’s my favourite part of a wedding. It’s the first time the bride and groom are finally reunited after running around like headless chickens all day.
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