2016 is a
leap year
I knew something was up when Christine had booked a table
for two at one of our favourite eating establishments for 29th February.
Manly pride was at risk of being upset, so with trepidation I raised the
subject of matrimony on the drive to work one day (very romantic!) Thankfully
Christine said yes! However, she was still planning to get down on one
knee in the restaurant; I persuaded her otherwise and ordered another
bottle of wine!
It was then
left to me to choose a date and get everything organised. A quick search
on Google revealed that this was not straight forward and clear cut. Our
first decision was how and where. The how was easy - we were going to
elope; anything more would be way too complicated. The where was also
easy -Southampton Registry Office in the historic medieval quarter. The
how was a bit of a conundrum. The logic is to book the location then arrange
the legalities. Not so. A phone call to Southampton created confusion
yes they have rooms available but sorry if you don't live in Southampton,
you can't book them up until you get legal notice from your local authority
(I decided to play dumb -not difficult). I asked the simple question "how
do you get married?" It then became as clear as a glass of cloudy
champagne. We were under the auspices of the New Forest District Council
- through them we had to serve legal notice. But in order to get legal
notice we had to have a date and location. I could see a Catch 22 coming
up. But the breakthrough was that we could reserve a room but they wouldn't
confirm until the NFDC had served notice. So by paying a booking fee we
had reserved a slot. I was sure the rest would become clear. The next
stop was serving legal notice. The first question the local Registrar
asked was "have you a date and location?" Yeah! Got this sorted,
so with my booking reference I arranged an appointment. Two months before
the big day we turned up at the Registrar's office armed with loads of
documents. We were directed to a small office along a dowdy corridor and
sat in two chairs alongside another couple. At the allotted hour a friendly
female face popped out of a door said good morning and then disappeared
again. A couple of moments later the door opened again and, with an apologetic
smile, it was announced that there was a double booking for this appointment!
And we were second - this allowed time for Christine to feed the parking
meter more money! The meetings went well involving a bit of musical chairs
- first one then the other filled out forms and made declarations. We
were together when Christine produced her Australian divorce papers. "Oh
I'm not sure that these are recognised in UK Law" the Registrar announced!
She took out a dusty file full of loose sheets from an equally dusty filing
cabinet and proceeded to flip through the sheets one by one eventually
stopping at the correct page. Thankfully not a problem - and so opened
the door to our new life together. It amazes us that people in authority
(who do these tasks on a day-to-day basis) assume that their clients know
the process inside out! However this was the last hurdle.
A few more
fees to pay and so began a flurry of activity - letters confirming our
booking, offering options on type of marriage ceremony, promises and vows.
From our side we had to arrange witnesses; Jill and Mike, old cruiser
friends, agreed to fulfil this role. And being a softy I organised flowers.
On the weekend before the wedding I popped into the local florists and
requested some wedding flowers. "We can fit in a planning meeting
next week" was the surprising reply. "But I want them by Thursday"
I said firmly. "This is your planning meeting!" I then produced
Christine's wedding outfit, much to their amazement. "The flowers
have got to match this" I said. After a 30 minute discussion we had
arranged the flowers!
The wedding
day itself was a delightful treat - all strawberries and cream. Only 6
people attended; bride and groom, two witnesses, the registrar and a celebrant.
The location and weather also came to the party. We then had a celebratory
lunch and flew off to La Rochelle for few days honeymoon. All in all lovely
- although now I know why people employ wedding planners!
An amusing
aside was that our suitcases were laden with boat spares; Maggie and Trevor
from Kouba were cruising the west coast of France and were aware
that we were going to La Rochelle - but not that it was our honeymoon.
They needed some boat spares and asked if we could help out - no problem-
that's what cruising's all about. We met up and had a further celebration
or two in the old port of La Rochelle- a fitting end to a great event.
Oyster Yachts
have a subsidiary based in Mallorca, Spain - a popular holiday destination.
Christine had a visit planned to introduce a new accounting package and
to train to local staff. As part of our research into lifestyles we decided
to try the "package holiday" in a large all-inclusive resort.
With Christine's business visit completed we moved to a large hotel in
a popular holiday location. We could see the attraction of just basking
on sun-beds next to the pool or sea shore, wallowing like a harem of sea
lions but decided that's not what we are looking for. This was definitely
a "sickly sweet, almond-flavoured chocolate" - the one that's
left in the bottom of the box.
Our next
mini adventure is to rent a villa on the Costa del Sol in Spain for the
winter - to try out the migratory life style and follow the sun south.
Our sincere
best wishes to all our friends wherever you may be. We miss you all and
hope to catch up somewhere, somewhen. Merry Christmas to you all.
I can't finish
this newsletter without commenting on the political turmoil that is happening
on both sides of the Atlantic. My only comment is that I believe economically
we will all survive - but my big concern is that populism will turn into
fascism, as history has demonstrated - and I will support all moves to
stop this happening Happy New Year!
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