Ten years ago, I stood in the college chapel and said
"I do". I was wearing my grandmother's wedding dress to save money; Tim was
wearing a grey suit and a hand-painted tie we'd picked up in the market. The
Best Man had a matching tie, and my bridesmaid wore a dress from TK Maxx. Tim
had to kick me on the ankle at one point because I was distracted by the
squirrels behind the altar (those familiar with Fitzwilliam College will
understand what I mean) and the man I could see pouring Buck's Fizz on the lawn,
and almost missed saying half my vows before happily hopscotching down the
stairs from the chapel.
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