Over on Facebook – where, I might have mentioned, you can ‘like’ us to your heart’s content right here – someone had the bright idea of setting a challenge to select a song a day on thirty different topics. As music is such a big part of my life anyway, I thought I would combine that idea with The Memory Blog during April (April having the right number of days). Which means that you get a new post every day this month, with a song at the end, too.
Caro and I were married on a beautiful January day. The weather was so nice that we were able to walk from our flat to the church, which prompted several local geniuses to ask “Oh, are you going to a wedding?” as we walked past.
Everything ran pretty much to plan. There were a couple of minor hiccups (the coaches taking everyone from the church to the reception going the wrong way, for example) but nothing could really take the gloss off of a wonderful day for us both.
The one curious thing about the whole day, though, is that when I think back to the reception, the song which comes to mind is not the one that we had our first dance to – probably because that one carries other memories for me, too.
Caro and I worked hard to make sure that the music that was played was music which reflected us. We chose a company who would play what we asked, and gave them a long list to choose from. This song was the fourth that was played, and one of my great memories of the day is of a full dancefloor, over half of whom had probably never heard this song before. In particular, I remember my Auntie Gill strutting around in the centre of the floor, waving her arms above her head in time with the chorus. It was a great day.