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Roll ing
in the
aisles
Getting married is a sacred occasion, isn’t it?
Especially when you’re no longer in
the first flush of youth and it’s a fresh start
in life. Or is it all about rampaging
St Bernards, barmy bikers showing off, or
trying to escape from a snow-bound hotel?
We share sweet, touching, ludicrous tales of
50 - and 60 - somethings’ wedding daysSally: We had our wedding in
a remote hotel in the Brecon
Beacons, just as Wales got
a big dose of ‘snowmaggedon’.
We were only meant to stay
one night, but the whole
wedding party was stranded.
No one had the right clothes,
so we were stuck indoors.
There was nothing to do but
play endless rounds of
draughts and Monopoly.
By the third day we were all
getting on each other’s nerves- especially the bridesmaids,
Sally, 52, an estate
agent, and Danny, 57,
a doctor were married
last March
CardiffIllustrations by Joe Waldronwho didn’t particularly like
each other to start with. Then
the hotel ran out of food and- worse – drink. Someone
volunteered to try to make it
to the nearest shops in his
Range Rover. To stave off
boredom, we took bets on
whether he’d return.
He did make it back three
hours later, after skidding down
various hills. Danny picked up
a case of wine from the car, but
fell backwards into the snow.
He yelped and we all feared the
worst. But then he called out:
‘The bottles are fine!’ We had
a second celebration that
evening – and were free the
next day. MP