Yesterday H and I were married. We've been together 14 years - we moved in together during Italia 90 (you remember, Paul Gascoigne crying, Stuart Pearce fluffing a penalty - ermmm, I'm avoiding again aren't I?). We are both the sort of people who don't like too much fuss, and aren't bothered about ceremony. However I started to worry slightly about a bunch of implications: H is nearly 50 now, and I worry if he ever gets ill, or if in any other way we need to have proper legal standing.
So, in any case, we had a quiet civil ceremony yesterday, with just immediate family in attendance. And what happened? - I started blubbing like a fool. I don't know if this happens very often, but I couldn't speak for several minutes when it was my turn. I was so embarrassed.
Afterwards we had hired a floating restaurant barge and we sailed up and down the Grand Union Canal with aforesaid immediate family. It was a pleasant day.