The Story, part I (repeated)

Once there was a girl, she was planning a wedding. It was to be a relaxed affair but oh so stylish and very intimate. She and the boy would only invite people that they truly loved, that they couldn't image getting married without. It would take place out doors, or so they hoped, and prayed, and hoped some more. But they lived in Scotland you see? And in Scotland it rains, all year round. So although the wedding was to be in August it would be foolish to plan a wedding outside. But the girl was a fool and would not be swayed from her plans of an aisle of the sweetest smelling grass and a summer barbecue in a stone clad courtyard bordered on one side by a rambling old castle and the other by a cottage country garden. The flowers were just too pretty and the air too fresh, she would not be married indoors, oh no. But just in case the Gods had other plans for her, indoors was the sweetest room, painted with blue skies and white clouds and maybe even there was a cherub or two, she forgets now.

The girl was young, 22 when she got engaged and although her friends were so very happy for her they were living lives very different from hers and she felt embarrassed to talk to them about weddings. Shades of ribbon, weights of card and registries of gifts seemed so very odd to her. She was not the kind of girl who had dreamed of her wedding all her life. Perhaps she had hoped that in the future there might be a man she would would love so much that marriage would not seem a terrifying prospect and perhaps she had even thought of what heavenly delights she might wear on such an occasion, but the thoughts were fleeting. She was not sure that she even believed in marriage and once she had found a man the more people told her she should marry him, the more stubbornly she denied any desire to.

Then one day, once the talk of shoulds and the right thing to do had died down she realised that maybe, just maybe she did want to marry this man. That maybe as she was already planning a whole long life with him that marriage wasn't so scary after all, that it was quite a nice idea really. She remembered the hopes she had indulged in on the special occasions, before the talk had started, that perhaps he would ask her. But she knew that she had made herself quite clear over the last 12 months, she did not want to get married, he knew that. She had told him the whole idea was nonsense, why should they get married? Oh what a pickle she found herself in. She knew he would never ask her, she had well and truly scared him off that one. There was only one thing for it, she would have to ask him herself.....


Please tune in next week dear readers for part II of The Story of the Boy and the Girl.....