Goodness, I’m not even sure where to begin.
The shenanigans of this afternoon could be a good place to start, with Chaucer and I both rushing about to get ready for this evening’s event. Or, perhaps before that, with Mary knocking loudly on my bedroom door before throwing it open to make sure that I was in my room. Really though, there was no chance that I would think to get cold feet on this day.
Hmmm… Or, the ceremony itself.
That is the place to start.
Happiest day of my life.
You’re both perfect and darling, and the wedding was absolutely breath-taking. I’m very glad that no one fainted, or cried so heavily they had to be excused, or fell into any fountains.
I hope your honeymooning is exceptional!
If you think for one second that I look any more decorous today, post wedding reception, then you are sadly mistaken.
Besides, we were in the comfort of their home. It wasn’t like I was roaming the streets with my chest bared and a flask in my hand.
"Not from Polythreme", please. Of course I know that. This wouldn’t be so nerve-wracking if he hadn’t insisted on finding every tie that was in autumn colours to begin with.
This one will do.
I wanted you to have options!
"Chaucer. Don’t leave me alone with these ties. Chaucer.”
"They’re not from Polythreme, you have nothing to worry about; besides, I’m fixing you a cup of tea. Whiskey or bourbon?"
"I’m getting married!”
"You’re getting an ulcer. Drink.”
I can assure you all that I was just as excited as anyone else, at the news of Casey and Roland’s engagement.
In no manner did I make a fool of myself and weep extensively for sheer happiness.
I’ve introduced Aunt Susannah to Casey’s Aunt Mary. I invited them both to my salon. Why did I do this. Why. There is honey on the ceiling. How.
Well, that’s certainly cryptic. What are you up to, my dear? Ah - no, better to save the conversation for later. Look for me later this evening! I’ll be the one stumbling up the walk. Land legs, indeed. I’ve no time to get my land legs! Good news is afoot!