It’s not every day you get married. Again. At least I hope it isn’t. We originally planned a Camden town hall and two witnesses job but stumbled on a Tibetan Buddhist temple at the back of Oxford Street. It was too tempting to pass up.
In the event, it was quite a day. We lost half the guests to the weather and the taxis failed to turn up. So we took two cars down on the mildly treacherous roads to Fitzrovia and the temple. The event itself was lovely, the vows so apt and the entreaty from the master at the end something we were already doing, I hope.
Finally, back to ours for champagne and nibbles and ultimately geeking around with computers, keyboard and guitar.