At my wedding we had my parents, my brother, the best man and his wife. My husband was Australian so his parents weren’t there, but luckily, like us, they were the sort of people who didn’t think ceremonies were important. We went out to dinner with a few more friends in the evening. It was a lovely, stress-free day.
My son rather shocked me by having quite a big wedding. It was as enjoyable as such an event can be, but it seemed a waste of money to me. Also I bought clothes for it that I have never worn since.
Mega dinghies transport 230 migrants in one go. 80,000 arrived under Labour.
Family don't pitch in and help
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.
