Such a perfect day...

Another weekend, another wedding, but no ordinary wedding this. Fellow blogger and comic Nick Swift tied his knot with vivacious redhead Harriet, on the same day as Jordan and Peter Andre.
We had fewer paparazzi, horse-drawn carriages, flocks of pink doves etc, but what we lacked in chintz, we more than made up for in sentiment - beautiful humanist ceremony, which involved the lighting of candles (bizarrely, no comedy gusts of wind, nor wrist-scorching hot wax spillages), and some great readings.
Most of all, beautiful friends and beautiful surroundings.
I haven't felt so moved since my wee bro got married in July - there were tears of joy and songs of laughter that day too (but no Russ Abbott, sadly)
The classic was the bride's speech, during which she described how her and Nick's first date together had been to go and see him in a play (ever modest). Lurking behind the wobbly amateur scenery, seeking out Harriet's visage in the crowd, Nick had been too tall for the stage-flat, and had been clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. Harriet said "...so I got five inches of Nick all the way through the play", which resulted in a breakdown in the proceedings while everyone wet themselves.
What's ironic, of course, is that he doesn't have five inches. (Only kidding Nick)
Anyway, congrats to Nick and Harriet. A day that will live in the soft warm squidgy places of everyone's hearts.