Cyril and Saran’s wedding was wonderful. To tell the truth I don’t know where to begin writing about it: friday was a great day, one about friends and family, set in the wonderful grounds of Dissington hall, near Newcastle. Of course, it should be noted – and I include this mainly as a reminder to myself not to be so stupid next time – that we almost did not get there. We were at King’s Cross when I realised I had forgotten our train tickets! Dominik had to come all the way back to get them. Thanks to his swiftness, we only lost a couple of hours, but it was once we were on the train that I realised I had forgotten my suit! Fortunately a few messages to mum solved that problem, but I despair at my own ineptitude sometimes – how Lyn puts up with me I know not.

My antics aside, the ceremony itself was both beautiful and utterly unique. Cyril, being a bit of a joker, included a small stunt where, at the right point, one of his friends got up and pretended to object to the wedding; Cyril then gave him some money in the smooth, cool way my cousin has, and the guy sat back down. I loved it, although I must say that for a fleeting second I did not realise it was a joke, and was beginning to worry. And then there as the couples’ first dance. They had rehearsed a kind of performance for this too, reminiscent, dare I say it, of the tango performed in True Lies. Sexy and intimate, I found it astonishing, and was sad that Lyn was out of the room when they performed it. It was one of the coolest things ever: saran and Cyril certainly have style.

We all then danced the night away, talking and drinking the excellent wine my uncle had brought. I’m not sure when I got to bed, but it was a very cool evening – I might put some of the photos on here soon. We got back here last night rather tired, having explored some of Newcastle before coming home. I still feel rather bad about the ticket fiasco: I really must learn to be more organised. After all, seeing Cyril and Saran get married in such style has made me even more eager to start thinking about our own wedding, and from what I hear, they take a hell of a lot of organising.