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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

Wedding

I have been thinking about this post for about the last week, specifically what I wanted to say, and how I was going to say it.

Since sitting down to write this, I must have started over fifteen times, each time at a different point or from a different perspective and each time scrapping it.

The day, or at least my memory of it, was filled with so many images, conversations, feelings and emotions, that I don't believe I am ever going to be able to cover everything in an way that I am pleased with, even if I were able to find the words to do justice.

I think what I will say then was that I got married to a wonderful person, in a beautiful setting, filled with good food, wine, and music, in the company of my close friends and family. I don't think it gets much better than that.

Many people contributed in one way or another and to them we are truly thankful, whether it be advice, time or general help. Others travelled great distances, some across oceans, and by doing so one such individual was able to give the best best mans speech I could have hoped for, so thank you. Most of the male attendants, if not all, were unable to master the cravat, and for that I truly apologise. People survived the croquet without damaging themselves, their loved ones or each other, so for that I am grateful. Everyone made it to breakfast, although some looking more sheepish than others.

I should also just re-iterate that I whole heartedly apologise to the Bridesmaid for suggesting she should be spayed. My best man remembered the rings, I forgot how to speak. Seems an almost fair trade.

Now as I look back, with the memories, tying up loose ends and reminiscing I can truly say it was the best day of my life. True, the memories might fade (although I doubt it), but we have photographs, gifts and cards, all that serve as a reminder of what a special day it was.

Now before I get emotional and cry on the keyboard, it just remains for me to say once again, we hope everyone had as wonderful time as us, for without you, it wouldn't have been the same. Thanks again.

2 Oct 2005 15:59 | (0) comments | Things

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