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Press, 3 June 1982, Page 25

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CASHMERE BOUQUET

It was a VERY posh wedding. La cream de la cream stood around in the sunshine, curdling gently. The gentlemen wore formal dress as if they had been born in it. The ladies, likewise, with gloves. Everyone had that air of facing northwest and smiling toothily south-east as if the Queen Mother were imminent and one didn’t dare be caught with a mouth half-full of cucumber sandwich. There wasn’t a gym-shoe in sight. Formally dressed, but without gloves — having no pretensions to being a lady — one young woman and her child were among the guests. “Which side?” the ushers had asked. “Groom’s family,” she had murmured, and taken a seat by the door. The weather was warm. The bridegroom’s father seemed to find it particularly hot. The traditional service went

off with no interruptions. The newly-weds proceeded outside to face the traditional clicking and whirring of cameras and congratulations. • “Good luck,” said the young woman. The groom took the trauitional giftwrapped horse-shoe from the child. “Dood luck, Daddy,” gurgled the child. The groom went traditionally white and dropped the horse-shoe. “Good-bye,” said the woman. With the child on her hip she moved away. An uncle found them in the car park. “Good for you,” he said. “It was long overdue. Old ***** nearly had a stroke. I admire your courage.” “Thank you,” whispered the woman. “I thought you’d like to know,” chuckled the uncle. He patted the leather case under his arm. “I got the whole show, beginning to end, on film.”