Arrive early
Order lunch
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.
Polite declination
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.
Dysfunctional Planner 
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