I was far too young to get married. I was just 21 and I did it because we had been going out together for 6 years and it seemed the thing to do. I really regret it to be honest.
I sprang an extra bridesmaid on my mum the night before and bless her, my mum didn't bat an eyelid. We got married in the local registry office, Mr Shell's opening words to me being "do you like my shoes" They were very expensive ones my dad got him, probably knock off
We had an argument with my dad when it came to filling in the register as my dad wanted me to say he was a photographer, which was his hobby and me being young and thinking it mattered refused. When we got to the hotel we had a sit down meal, my dad sat in the garden under an umbrella with a bottle of Red. Then we had a separate do at night, but a 3 hour gap in the middle, when me and my extra bridesmaid Dawn, went back to my mums and drank tea. I have no idea where Tim went, I suppose to his mums
We met up again at the evening reception. Then my mum decided to invite everyone back to hers, except us, because you have to go home 'nudge nudge, wink wink" God I was livid. Oh my dad tried to strangle my step mum at some point and they were last seen staggering down the road nearly being run over.
We went back to our new house, that we had never lived in. Had to make the bed with horrible brand new sheets, I was in tears. I threw my ring across the room and said "what a mistake, can I go home"
I would love to marry him again now, I wanted to do that for our Silver but he isn't interested. I could really enjoy it this time and best of all I really love him now. That sort of grew with the years (it was 1984), so I am quite pleased I didn't go home after all