Millicent married MacCafferty
Millicent married MacCafferty on a manic Monday morning in May. There's was an unconventional start as they chose to held the reception at the Zoo where they had met for their first date all those many moons ago. MacCafferty's sister, Margery had, as a wedding gift, presented Millicent with an adoption certificate of a spider monkey by the name of Bulldog. It was a most unsuitable name for the poor creature and Millicent smiling sweetly in thanks, vowed secretly to petition the Zoo to have its name changed to Liquorice as it was all string.
The late daffodil babies were in full bloom around the parkland of the Zoo as they wondered with Martin, MacCafferty's best man, to find the best locations for wedding photographs. It was difficult for Millicent to sustain the her smile, what with the big squeeze of MacCafferty's arm about her waist and the bigger squeeze of theTaffetta and corset bracketed about her middle. To be fair it did give the dress a good deal more flair than it would have had without this tutoring of her wayward curves but it was becoming rather difficult to breathe. On top of that rather large inconvenience she was getting face ache from the dimple sustaining smile that Martin was insisting she wear. She wondered if, when they looked at these photographs in years to come ( having discarded the majority after the first year of marriage) whether she would be able to detect her dimple in them, even if she used a magnifying glass.
The metronome on the day ticked away its time and the guests all had a great time with the exception of Great Aunt Margaret who had had an issue with the faucet in the ladies loo. She had appeared, dripping wet and screaming, in the middle of the lawn
" I can't stop it! Somebody help before we all drown."
They had been able to calm her hysterics and establish what had happened after a large Brandy.
It appeared that having lost her initialled Whitby jet Mourning ring, that she had found at a car boot sale after Mike had died (" It's genuine Victoriana you know"), down the plug hole she had elbowed the faucet in her vigorous attempt to get her finger around the bend of the overflow to retrieve it. Fortunately MacCafferty, being a plumber, had sufficient faucet-flair to be able to put it right.
All this before they even got to who liked marmite on toast for breakfast and whether the ghost of wives past would be joining them for breakfast. Millicent was still blissful years away from finding the lipstick stains of another woman on her favourite 'I hate Monday's' mug.
Part 2
Millicent Married MacCafferty on a manic Monday in May. The Muntjack deer were in rut and screamed loudly throughout the reception. It was lucky really that they even heard the commotion when Great Aunt Margaret had her unfortunate incident.
As they waved farewell to their final guests they had both taken one look at each other and broken down in a helplessness of mirth that was so great Millicent knew she would not need to trouble herself about undoing the laces on her corset as they reached the honeymoon bed later as she could feel that the seams had split.
"It's time to run M'Lady. Into the sunset we go."
MacCafferty had run across the lawns I front of her with all the vigour she was hoping he would save for later as she step-hop-skipped behind him aerating the grass as she went with the occasional high heel spike disappearing into the forgiving softness of the late Spring Earth.
They were booked onto the over-night ferry to the South of France for their first night of wedded bliss. Although Millicent was suprised to find a single hammock in the berth she was willing to embrace the experience. After egg and chips on deck she scampered below inviting her groom to lie with her in the daffodil scented hammockof the dock and offered up a silent prayer,
"Let's hope it holds."
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