We finally bit the bullet and submitted our chosen vows, readings and songs and now we wait with somewhat baited breath to see if we will be allowed our choices. Getting my favourite Clash song with a shit, piss and fucking past the registrar may be no easy feat, and that's not to mention the Hely-Hutchinson carol symphony knowing that religion is verboten. We can but hope that instrumental means acceptable. In the meantime, it was lovely to include the names of dearest G giving me away in my late darling Dad's stead; Shazza and he as our witnesses and also Ellie and Alex as our two readers. It felt good to be surrounded by friends even on paper.