12 year Anniversary- wedding day thoughts

12 Years ago today Scott & I got married in a little registry office in Cardigan, West Wales.
The night before we had an ill-timed party that lasted most of the night, leaving us with only a few hours sleep. One of the first things Scott did on waking up was be sick. Shaking, pale, nervous and
excited we got ready with all our 'hung-over' mates that had made the long journey to Wales to see us wed.


Whilst trying not to faint or barf on my borrowed shoes, we made the trip to Cardigan early in the morning (well about 9am) in the rain. A trail of cars followed; all with the same thought- stay on the road and swallow the sick. As we turned onto the Cardigan road the sun finally greeted us. I am not superstitious but rain on a wedding day does not bode well. As the morning sun peeked through a fluffy white cloud, my heart calmed. This was going to be fine.

The getting married part was easy. Walked in, said a few words, had a giggle and agreed to a life-long marriage. Yeah, at 21 years old this was a long shot but f**k it.
The pub after was a quiet affair. Chicken curry and chips all round with a few token sips of champagne. The actual thought of drinking was impossible. Water yes. Beer, a big fat no.

We all made it back to our house on the hill, and settled in with an open fire and steaming mugs of tea. Everything was the same but different. We kept stealing glances at each other, secret smiles thrown across the room. There had been no chance of any alone time yet, and we both felt anxious for each others company.

The night rolled on, in the end booze happened, people smoked and all thoughts of hang overs faded. Some friends left, making the long trip home in the evening to miss traffic. Others in the end made their way to make-shift bedrooms, and at last we were alone. Getting ready for bed was a rushed affair. Change, build fire up, get water, make bed up. Done. We both lay there, sighed in pleasure and felt relaxed properly for the first time.

"Hello Mrs Primmer"
"Hi Mr Primmer"......

The rest I will leave up to your imagination (if you are perverted).