Where do I start

A week before my wedding I went to stitch some ribbon loops to my dress train, dress was in a HUGE cardboard box and had been placed on the single bed in my brothers old room. got to the bedroom and the bed was missing............complete with huge cardboard box!!! Looked in every other room in the house.......no box...........asked my sister whether she knew where it was......Dad had thrown the bed in the skip she said.........we then ran around the house together looking for the box. Dad had only thrown my wedding dress, veil, headpiece and one of the bridesmaid dresses into the skip along with the old bed!!!!!! After much angst I finally got everything back except the headpiece but then got a phonecall to say the ministers father had died and he had to go to Ireland along with his wife who was supposed to be playing the organ....Wednesday evening no minister, no organist........

By Saturday I was featured in all the national papers.......the day was beautiful and went without a hitch (relief minister and an organist who had managed to find and learn the music I'd choosen in a couple of days) plus a relative of my Godfather had written a poem about Dad which my brother read during the speeches.

Tuesday afternoon we're in an airport hotel at Heathrow before our flight to Jamaica.......phone rings....travel agent on the line, Jamaica has been hit by Hurrican Gilbert...honeymoon cancelled.

We eventually flew to Barbados a day later than planned and whilst none of the above was funny at the time we can laugh about it now. Dad never lived down putting my wedding dress in the skip and went to his grave with a copy of the poem in his top pocket

Carol