The day of the wedding.

The day of the wedding.

We left the strange hotel  which we had taken about 50 minutes to book into the night before and began our drive to the wedding. It didn’t take us very long at all, in fact we were 2 and a half hours early, even with loads of traffic, and checking out the wedding venue, We went into Petworth for a coffee, and had a wander around the local bookshop, then settled down to coffee only to be surrounded by morris dancers, which we really enjoyed watching, as it bought back many memories of bells, sticks and men waving handerchiefs around. On arrival at the wedding venue which was an old barn, set up for civil ceremonies I fell in love with two little pigmy pigs, which were the same colour as Gussie, and had a cool price tag of 2,000.00 pounds each, not much pig per pound. The service was unusual, there was a marriage celebrant and a local register, but it was a nice service, with an awesome story about dinosaurs being read. We had a wonderful day, I had met some of Pillas family and friends before, and it was good to catch up again. The wedding breakfast was like a picnic, with baskets of ham, keeeeesh, salad, pickles and bread. Then the speeches, Mikes was great, he mentioned us, and showed the dress we had given Faith when she was born. We then had icecream, and after that a cream tea (scone,jam,cream) and then dinner were huge backed potatoes with either coronation chicken, beef, tuna, or baked beans. It was a great day, full of food and good times, and the weather was perfect.

Sunday morning, we walked thru Godalming main street, and visited the pepperpot, and parked in the same car park as we had when we had three little children to deal with, we wandered past the church, and the graveyard, and then drove to overbrook and down cattershall lane, which we walked to school. After dropping off a couple of bags to Pilla and Mike, we sped into heathrow airport and after a few hassles found the avis drop off, only to find, that the car was not registered, there was no details of us ever renting it at all, which all goes to show that the guy at Ashford International was a burk!!!!!!! After completely confusing avis, we were bussed to the terminal to find that the airline we were booked on were non existant, they had changed their names but it gave us a few moments worry. My metal work in my leg set off the thing at the control gate so I had to be patted down!!! It is the only airport we have found that to have happened in. On to the plane, although it was an international flight it was more like an internal new Zealand . We then had to sit for 20minutes while we waited for a space to take off. Gggrh, which made us late into Zurich, which ment we had to hot foot it to the next gate, into a smaller plane, and off to Florence. Think our flight was the last of the day, and customs couldn’t have cared if we had carried a dead body into the place, we wandered out to find a que of all the people on the plane waiting for one of the four taxis in Florence to pick them up, it took nearly an hour for us to get one, needless to say tempers were a little frayed. We arrived at the hotel, hot tired and dusty, to find we were only to get a bit hotter, as the air conditioning in the hotel room wasn’t working, and so we had after unpacking, packing up again and moving to another room, needless to say last night, I did not like Florence.

Today however I think I might like it. I was tired but wandered off to the statue of david, after which I got completely lost whilst looking for the domo, dear readers do not dispare, I enjoyed myself wandering the narrow lanes of the city which are just so tiny and beautiful....more later.