Today it is our 43rd wedding anniversary. 43 happy years ( with a few unhappy events) and no regrets. I really can't believe that shy 21 year old, trembling as I made my vows, is really me. After a church wedding and reception in the church hall we started on our journey to Petworth where we spent the "first " night, on our way to a caravan on the Isle of Wight. Colin had booked the honeymoon suite as a surprise. He had the booking confirmation letter and we went to the reception to be told there was no booking made and the honeymoon suite was occupied. Colin handed over the evidence of booking and the manager arrived, very apologetic to say a receptionist had been sacked some months before and had ripped all the pages out of the book, no computers then. We ended up with a room with twin beds. We pushed the beds together but hey ho, we both ended up on the floor between them. it could have been a disasterous start to our marriage, two inexperienced lovers struggling to get off the floor, sandwiched between two beds. I can still see the look of anxiety on Colin's face but I had a fit of nervous laughter. It could have put him off for life but he laughed as well and that was the start of a marriage filled with laughter, a few tears and lots of memories.
Nowadays folk would probably demand compensation for the trauma but back then, we just accepted what will be will be.
The photo is of an anniversary card, hand made by my lovely, niece.