Well you guys must be blind, Rachel made a rather rude remark to me on the phone last night about maybe being related to someone in Texas. LOL.
I have to say I absolutely hated that day, my mother insisted on everything "just so" and we had to have the full works. She found this nice old man with a rolls royce who could drive us to the church and then she decided because he only had one car that we had to get a different company to drive us in case the car broke down on the day. So she found a white posh car (the name excapes me) and the driver had awful body odour. The thing that sticks in my mind most about the day was the smell of the driver. I think the only thing that was my choice was the pudding which was Spotted Dick. My poor mother, she had organised this posh do and we gave the guests Spotted Dick for dessert. So anyway, I think the marriage was doomed from the start.
I'll give you the next installment in this soap opera another time!!