Alison's Wedding

It was a wonderful day in May when I received the email from Alison. what was I doing on the weekens in three weeks? Nothing. did I want to come to a wedding ? Well, depending on whose it was and where I had to travel. It was in Stroud and it was Alison's. Of course I didn't believe it. But she insisted it was true.

So then, organising the trip was not too dificult and so we didn't join Andy in his car but Schteev, Chris, Ariane and me met at Paddingto for a train ride to Stroud, Saturday morning veeeeery early.

In Stroud the pubs were still closed and the sun was shining so we decided to take the hike to the registry which was a bad idea, because it was up a hill. Steve wanted to take a cab but his cries were ignored. " So, you know where it is from here ? Does that mean I can throw away the map? Yes? Well, then...".

We did find it and Alison's mother recognised me instantly, dunno why. The last time I had seen her was in Munich, when I had the wild hair. Anyway, I stay in the officde too long therefore I dhall continue the tale another time.

Tom