To my utmost relief, the following Saturday's wedding ran very smoothly and brought with it the novelty of a traditional chimney sweep, which I had never seen at a wedding before. The jolly chap whiffed a little to say the least and I'm still pondering the pros of having a dirty, smelly little man at one's wedding! Apparently, it's good luck to be kissed by a sweep on your wedding day, but my advice would be to avoid this at all costs if possible. It's difficult enough having to embrace your incontinent grandfather on what should be the happiest day of your life, so I made a quick mental note to avoid anything unnecessary at my wedding that may involve grubby and/or smelly for the sake of tradition.
Apparently, the smiley, smutty-faced chap was also a window cleaner amongst other occupations, so Lisa Jenkins, the Reception Manager asked the next on-duty receptionist to write down his details for her and pin him down to one slot a month. Commercial window cleaners were proving very difficult to find. Helen's note to Lisa the following morning read as follows:
'Hi Lisa. Spoke to the chimney sweep and asked if he could do one day a month at the hotel. He said he could possibly do the first Tuesday or the second Wednesday depending if it’s blowing a gale, because he’s up a ten-foot ladder, which isn’t good in a gale. When I asked him which one was best for him, he said he wasn't sure but he said he might be able to do the first Monday, but all depends whether it’s blowing a gale. If it’s blowing a gale it’s no good being being up a 10 foot ladder. Cheers, Helen.'
I felt so much more relaxed climbing into my bed that Saturday night with nothing else to mull over, other than the very overweight bride's random choice of theme for her placecards. Huge cuddly elephants. Drifting off to sleep, I smiled, thinking how wonderful it was to be able to laugh at yourself on your 'Big' day. I sighed and hoped her sense of humour had indeed made that choice, or failing that, that her wedding day memories remained blissfully ignorant
'Hi Lisa. Spoke to the chimney sweep and asked if he could do one day a month at the hotel. He said he could possibly do the first Tuesday or the second Wednesday depending if it’s blowing a gale, because he’s up a ten-foot ladder, which isn’t good in a gale. When I asked him which one was best for him, he said he wasn't sure but he said he might be able to do the first Monday, but all depends whether it’s blowing a gale. If it’s blowing a gale it’s no good being being up a 10 foot ladder. Cheers, Helen.'
I felt so much more relaxed climbing into my bed that Saturday night with nothing else to mull over, other than the very overweight bride's random choice of theme for her placecards. Huge cuddly elephants. Drifting off to sleep, I smiled, thinking how wonderful it was to be able to laugh at yourself on your 'Big' day. I sighed and hoped her sense of humour had indeed made that choice, or failing that, that her wedding day memories remained blissfully ignorant
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You do find good pics for your posts, Norris!
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