Letters to PC

 Dear Prince Charming,

This afternoon you are a-venturing through the driving rain on a quest for Christmas presents, but sixteen years ago you were jollying along one hundred wedding guests who had to be kept happy in the hotel lounge until the central heating warmed up enough to let them into the function room where no-one had thought to switch the heating on, in December.

This afternoon you are braving the throng of Christmas shoppers which is exactly what our friends and family had to do sixteen years ago to brave our Debenhams wedding list because we thought it would be such a lovely thing to do to get married in December, three days before Christmas.

This afternoon you will be cold and soaked and probably frustrated, whereas sixteen years ago you were only cold. I remember toasting the camera with champagne in one hand, and devouring the heat from the bonnet of the wedding car with the other because it was so cold. That off-the-shoulder wedding dress was so perfect when I chose it, in the Spring.

Any old how, we're still here, and hopefully there will always be double-seater deck chairs at Polesden Lacey, in the Summer!

Mags x