No taxi, no taxi, no taxi, wedding is at 3pm
We wait forty minutes and no taxi.
The stress levels rise.
It’s 2:50pm and a taxi already has an old boy to take home.
We all hop in.
Old boy gets dropped off and invites us in.
And we are off.
Windy streets, cyclists and a combine harvester
I kid you not.
Our driver Paul is an Angel
It’s 3:05pm we may be late but we will get there.
Me in a dress Gavin in a tee shirt and jeans.
We pull up.
The bride is ready
No time to stop
We run, cutting infront of her
Rip open the suit carrier and throw on a jacket
Two seats, plonk down.
Beautiful wedding, Gav changes and we have a wonderful time.
Flowers and bubbles!
A wedding is a wonderful celebration of love.
That was my poem of chaos.