Four Weddings and a ...

Now that she has us both married off and a while to wait for the grandchildren to get wed, mother has taken to attending every beach wedding she can whilst on holiday in Barbados. She's not been there a week and she's notched up 3 already!

The fourth was yesterday, and dad, who had travelled up the coast to find a pub showing the monumental Ireland V England Six Nations massacre, was well warned he had to be back at the beach for 4.30pm local time for 'the wedding'.

'Whose wedding?' we enquired when he called to share his joy of being an Irish tourist in a very full English sports bar at the end of the game, to which came the response 'I don't know, some couple your mother met on the beach this morning.'

I'm wondering does she sit on the beach waiting for them to happen, with a hat (or more likely a fascinator!) tucked under her sunbed 'just in case', and, at the first sign of a white dress or a bunch of flowers if she's off her sunbed, wrap on over her swimsuit and off down the beach to stand in witness.

It seems mother is to Caribbean weddings what we are to geocaches!

... Released Cat!