The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

In recent years I seem to be attending more funerals than weddings which comes with age. All the elders of the tribe are popping off at the rate of one per year. It makes you realise that your own life isn’t getting any longer. Last year, weddings and funerals were on an even keel. This year the weddings are ahead by 2-0. It’s always nice when nobody dies even if it is an excuse for what’s left of the family to get together and see them off, it’s much better that they’re alive and well and sitting in a corner moaning about their aches and pains.

Fridays wedding was an early start. Disaster struck almost immediately when leaving home. As I drove slowly over the cattle grid, with each bounce a button popped on my top so I had to turn around and go sew myself into it to avoid any embarrassment later on. Of course they had made the button holes too big, it was nothing to do with me being too fat voluptuous! When I arrived at my Dad’s house he was sitting in the car impatiently revving the engine.

The wedding was the nicest I have ever been to. The service was in St Patricks in Dungannon and the reception at the Manor House Hotel on Lower Lough Erne. It was a bit of a jaunt between the two but they had allowed plenty of time. Beautiful scenery. I’ll have to get down that way more often. (The last time I was through Augher Clougher Fivemiletown was in a milk tanker. My ex’s notion of a big day out was a run in an articulated lorry… although the views en route were splendid from such great heights.)

So another 2nd cousin is getting married in August. I’m sure it’ll be a less formal do but no less enjoyable. I’ll fix the buttons before that one.

Posted on Sunday, July 30th, 2006 at 12:27 pm.
Tags: Daily Life.
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