After Party Shock
The party we turn up for is an engagement celebration. The couple are running late. I am keeping a fidgety Baby amused and Little Grandson is sat eating a bag of crisps. I can't see Mr Craig when he steps into the Saddler's pub, only I hear him call for our attention. When the crowd quiets he says, and his voice is so serious:
'There isn't going to be an engagement party tonight:'
Earth stops turning. You can feel hearts thudding.
'Because in half an hour Natalie and I are getting married.'
Jaws drop, eyes swim, we check on Granma's pacemaker.
When I see how he is dressed, it makes clearer sense; though it's all a pinch past articulation, we are not convinced this is not a dream. To the gorgeous Georgian venue we go, all shook up: such a sneaky well orchestrated boggling fantastic jolt…