Don't count your chickens - Wedding pt 2

All out into the garden for photos. Lots of too-ing and fro-ing getting everyone in line.

It was a good chance to say hello to lots of people we hadn't seen in a while. My wife used to work with a lot of the Groom's guests and I used to be friends with the Bride's ex-husband so, I know her family already. Her Mum and Dad moved to Ireland a few years back so I hadn't seen them for some time.

Had to keep an eye on the kids though, they were all off running about with the other children. I had to stick to shandies otherwise it would have been lights out far too early plus, I had to drive home in the morning.

The photographer had earned his money so, it was back inside for the dinner. We sat on the second table with the bride's friends Chick and Lynn who were looking after the happy couple's baby son.

During the meal our eldest daughter noticed some little boxes of mint imperials that the adults had. To no one in particular she said:

"What are these?"

"Oh, they're Chick's sweetheart." said Lynn.

She took one out and turned it over in her hand, they looked like tiny eggs so she said: "No. There is no chicks in there."

Lynn thought that was hilarious.

I missed most of the speeches as I was out in the garden looking after the little ones but, apparently the groom's speech included some jokes about my wife and he gave her a big bunch of flowers. She used to work with him and it was through her that he met his wife so the wedding was kind of her fault.