In my entry earlier I neglected to mention a very important detail: it’s only small, and I only remembered I had intended to include it after we went out this afternoon, but I think it’s worth a blog entry unto itself anyway. At the reception on Saturday, each table had a name rather than a number, as is commonplace at such events. I think I’ve mentioned on here before that Mark is a physicist, so each table was named after a famous physicist. The head table, at which Mark, Kat and our parents sat, was called Newton, for example. Now, I don’t know for certain weather he had done it deliberately, although I’d be willing to wager good money that he did, but the table which Lyn and I were on was called Hawking. When I realised the connection – like hawking, we are both VOCA users, and he was something of a childgood hero of mine – I burst into laughter; never again will I doubt Mark’s wit.