The wedding was great. It was an overcast day which meant it was mild enough to enjoy without sweating buckets. The ceremony was held in the middle of a park, watched by family and friends and a few picnickers who got more than their money's worth. The disasters were slight - a CD that wouldn't play, an intermitent microphone. The birde looked gorgeous and my brother the groom was his usual wise-cracking self, even during the ceremony. JC and her c-flower girl were extremely cute, and with ehr sister PB they were doing laps running between me (standing next to the groom) and Mrs M.

The reception was great fun. For those unfamiliar with a Jewish wedding it tends to run like so: the bridal party enters, then ther's ab out 30 - 40 minutes of dancing. Not slow, cheek-to-cheek waltzing. We're talking full-blooded, death-defying, foot stamping, hell-raising dancing. Bride and groom are lifted on chairs. Groom is tossed about on tablecloths. Groom is danced with by anyone and everyone. Men dance on one side, women the other. Lest you think this terribly sexist, it's actually more a way of preventing serious injury to the women-folk. And inevitably it all gets mixed up by the end anyway. After this dancing, everyone sits and drinks 3 gallons of water while waiting for the heart rate to return to normal. Next it's some food and speeches. Mine was second. Luckily the first joke got a good laugh so after that I did what I always do when I'm speaking in publich. I imagined everyone in their underwear. It was all I could do not to laugh myself! Speech out the way I could relax and enjoy myself. PB and JC both did well, enjoying the early part of the festivities before crashing. The rest of the night was a blur of conversations, dancing, hugs, kisses, tears and festiveness. It was a great night made all the better by everyone enjoying my speech.

Now I'm enjoying a precious few quiet minutes at the in-laws. Mrs M has taken PB and JC to see some friends. The in-laws are out shopping. I've got the cricket on in the background. I'm writing this. I'm about to step out for a rather long lunch with the God of Munu. It's all good. I almost feel like I'm on holidays.