And so she did!
I skip for now the actual service, being unconvinced as I am of the efficacy of clapping happily on such a solemn occasion, finding myself rather more drawn to British custom and vaulted roofs adorned with angels and windows through which the Oxford sun could shine in multi coloured glory through the halo of Mr.J Christ.
And yet the after service beside the peaceful Cherwell, where punts were free to bob invitingly and Eton mess was there for taking, in seconds and not just firsts, seemed to me ample recompense, after all thought I, 'twere not myself to which the Nuptials had been done.
'Neath a humble sky, from which tumbled happy the heavy sun, we gathered fair and sipped upon tradition, the crystal cool to the fingers, fresh mint perfect juxtapose for cucumber steeped in Pimms. Top hats to tails and rouched derriere we wilted against her beauty, the bride, the day and all about was gay and cheer, tinkled laughter undistinguished from clinking glass. With a rumm pomm pomm the quartet drifted delicate clefs amongst us gathered there, while we flowed like honey amongst each other and talked of days thence when, and of the collegiate that we left and how it fared.
Gladdened was my heart to find still the swim end a punters stance, and not the box favoured by those from Granta's cambridge, those who ever suffer the smaller c. And so to the races, and no more elegant can any race be than those entered upon in a punt. Dallied hands allowed, save those being charged with the Chateau neuf de pape, several from my College thought it fun, if not fair, to challenge due, those pretenders from Magdalen and Brasenose, and one from Brookes. Modesty forbids that I tell you that we won.
Lucky Bride and Groom, that they shared Oriel too...
Lizzie xx