Very muted wedding bells

A funny thing happened on the way to the Forum - well, the Royal Mile, last week. My ma and I were toiling up a rather chichi road in Edinburgh when a young man in a suit leapt out at us and asked if we had ten minutes to spare. We were about to say no, thinking it was for a survey, when he said "To witness a wedding".

So in we went. The couple seemed nice: the bride was wearing a slightly sparklier version of office clothes and shaking like a leaf: the registrar did her bit. It was a bit longer than ten minutes, but it was a very odd experience and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. For that short period of time, their lives were on hold until someone came along who was prepared to play this crucial, marginal role in their lives. We had to sign their marriage certificate with our addresses, but I have no idea where they were from (not Scottish, that's all I can say with certainty).

But I keep thinking: I wonder why they decided to do it that way? With no friends or family there at all? Was there some huge conflict in the background? It's not a question that has arisen for me, but I don't think if it did that I would ever want the people I like not to be there. Whatever the reason, they were obviously very happy. Tony and Julia, wherever, whoever you are, I wish you well.

Rien

as Louis XVI wrote on the day of the storming of the Bastille. Rien, in fact, encompasses:

someone I was growing increasingly fond of going off to Forrin for three years. I told him more or less how I felt, as clearly as you can after about 2 bottles of wine, and he said that he wished I'd said all this two years ago. It doesn't feel great, but we are still in contact, so who knows.

me shopping a colleague for being increasingly uncommunicative and uncooperative, to the point of completely undermining me in front of our clients.

a weekend in Edinburgh on my own, which I enjoyed enormously. If hermitages could be kitted out with sofas and well-stocked bookshelves, I'd sign up like a shot.

I made a half-hearted attempt to stop taking Prozac. Well, it was actually down to incompetence and not getting to the doctor's for fresh stocks. Now I have an appointment for tomorrow and have resigned myself to the fact that when there are about 3 hours of daylight if you're lucky, and you are very much affected by the amount of daylight you see, it's not a good time to come off the mad pills.

I saw a card which I bought for a good friend - one of the Edward Monkton ones. It said "We must take our tablets or we will GO MAD". When I got home that day, my best friend gave me a present. It was a mug with exactly the same thing on it. This happens to us so often (my BF and me) that it's a running joke with our other friends, who claim we only have one brain between us.

Off to the Varsity match now, to ogle the thighs of 22 year olds and wonder where my youth went (flings self melodramatically from room).