Diolch yn fawr!
Hard to think that 45 years ago tomorrow we had one of the funniest, fastest weddings possible--2 minutes, including signing the register and being unable to pry the ring off after buying it a couple of days beforehand, so we just bypassed that.
It all began two-weeks beforehand, in a pub, at a stag-do (not gender-specific back then), for friends getting married...
That was the summer when everyone we knew was getting married--except us. We were living together, and engaged (that bit was romantic, I think, since Andrew threw a ring out of a departing train, as I stood on the platform at Cardiff General waving him off back to work at Pembroke Power Station).
Anyhow back to the pub--and let this be a lesson to anyone who over-indulges in more than 'a pint or two' (yes, I can translate that into Welsh, thanks to SSiW)... some bright spark asked when we were going to 'tie the knot' having been together over 5 years already. This is where the demon drink got the better of my beloved who can quote 'pi' to 37 decimal places, but fibbed and said he had no memory for numbers. His brilliant stalling tactic (so he thought) was to say that since he could not remember dates, but my birthday was June 11th, we had got engaged on July 11th, then the next time August 11th fell on a Saturday we would be married. Fishing out her diary, a girlfriend said 'Ooooh, that's in two week's time'... The rest is history, including being stopped by a traffic census when Andrew drove us away (in a rented sky-blue Mini to match my flowers and frock which I'd hurriedly sewn) from the registry office. The zealous young copper insisted on working his way down through the questions on his clipboard asking: "Was your trip for business or pleasure?" and "Do you do this often?"
Well, those 2 minutes marked the start of 45 more years together so far--so plenty to celebrate eh?
Mari (what my friends 'back home' always called me--so I guess you can too now)