- A month before the big day, our landlord gave us notice to quit the flat I shared with three friends. Panic stations! A friend kindly offered me a bed for the few weeks but I was moving 50 miles south to Hawick in the Scottish Borders where Neil worked, so I had to plan what stuff I needed in Edinburgh and then for the wedding and honeymoon, and what could be taken to Hawick. Plus I was now going to be leaving for the wedding from the reception hotel. I seemed to be dividing my time between three places. Talk about a stress full time!
- Then I had this awful dream where I turned up at the church in all my finery to discover it all shut up and there had been some mix up over the date. Was this an awful portent?
- The evening before we had a wedding rehearsal at the church - St. Peter's Episcopal. On the way, with my mother and aunt in Neil's car, we had a blow out on the main A1 into Edinburgh. We managed to get a taxi and left Neil to change the wheel. He arrived late at the church with oil over his cream Arran sweater. Was this a further portent? He had to spend the morning of his wedding getting the tyre repaired ahead of us driving north to the Highlands.
- Wedding day dawned and I was with my mother and bridesmaid fitting my headdress on when the phone rang in my hotel bedroom. It was the car hire firm to say in the heavy rain one of their cars had broken down on its way. It seemed to be left to me to suggest that the one car would have to do a double journey for the wedding party and of course I was late at the church. We never did get any money back on that missing car.
- As for photographs, all taken at the reception - do you notice somebody's trouser legs above our heads - it was a portrait of Edinburgh writer Robert Louis Stevenson. Not quite the composition you expect from a professional photographer who had been recommended to us.
Incidents did not end there. From the reception we took a taxi back to Neil's parent's house to collect the car safely locked in the garage (away from any idea his brother may have of decorating it). We drove to our honeymoon hotel in a rainstorm and then Neil discovered he had come away with the garage key - so we had to drive back to Edinburgh the next morning to return it.