When we got married, at the maturer age of 50(49), our “special day” was shared with many friends and relations who knew us and our prediliction for daft and theatrical gesture. (I’m saying “us” but I suppose that should be “me/my”).
The pressure to have “a normal wedding” wasn’t so intense that we couldn’t discuss some more exotic alternatives, some of which made it into my interminable speech.
The Star Wars wedding; flowing Jedi robes, lightsabres, tight side hair buns – (Chris not me), with the big win being the best man speech “These are not the bride and groom you’re looking for….”(waves hands in mystical gesture).
The Musketeer wedding; giant wigs, voluminious gowns, beauty spots, hats wih feathers, rapiers (what could go wrong), which would allow me to resolve the multiple best men dilema (“all for one…and …one for all!”).
The Klingon wedding; body armour, pointed teeth, grimacing, Romulan Ale. The Bride makes a short toast and strikes the Groom as hard as she can between the eyes….
OK, we didn’t seriously consider the last one (not sure why not?), even though my eighty year old mum is in fact a Trekkie. However the Klingon wedding did come back into my mind this week…
I (probably) have a “Patello-femoral misallingnment” or something very like that, so the Physio told me over the phone. Well it’s always nice to be clear why you get shooting pains in your kneecap, and your leg feels like it’s going to give way (I thought I had housemaids knee – stop laughing at the back you!). I’ve been given some gentle exercise to see if that helps, and I’ll certainly give that a try if I can actually get the pain to dull to the point where I can “do” the exercises.
Meantime, a house with two long, steep, flights of stairs, is not your friend when you have P-FM (to make up an acronym), however, as an unexpected bonus, I have found that while attempting the stairs, I am now very fluent in Klingon!
“Ahyafubugbugbugfzzzzzz!” “Kragnazbitcyaaah!” “Zaaapohchichichichi”
(yes! I will accept this woman as my conqueror..)
“RimskeyKorsakov!” (The odd Russian composer occassionally slips out).
Next week on IaDl: Christmas shopping, that’s if I can get to the door.
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