It was a lovely wedding, and I stood up to it pretty well. I’ve got a couple of pictures – my telephone pulled itself together and now holds a charge as well as anybody’s telephone. My children assure me that it will fail again soon. 

Not brilliant photography, but it's got that post-wedding happiness:

Manaba is South African. His mother and brother and a couple of friends were there -- but they had had a "paper wedding" in South Africa at Christmas time, and his family was well-represented then. He did one of the readings yesterday -- in Zulu.

I had a good time with Rachel and Ed, although I didn’t have a sock ready for her. They virtually catered for themselves, arriving Friday evening with a ready meal ready for heating. I felt feeble, but grateful. They’re safely back in south London now after an uncomfortable  --weekends are never fun – but not overly-long journey.

I’ve sort of taken today off, but hope to be back in the saddle tomorrow.