Why did I get married? Why won't you?
There's been a Vibe Shift and I'm not part of it
Recently, my husband and I returned to the London pub in which we had our wedding party. It felt reassuringly the same. There was the wide, oak-panelled bar with its backlit shelves showcasing glowing bottles of amber whiskey. The framed Victorian pub sign offering ‘fine ales and oysters’. The black and white picture of a Mexican bride and groom under which we’d sat as newlyweds and later danced, enjoying the company of our family and friends, who swirled around our minds now like ghostly images on the dancefloor. I sipped my Guinness and let myself sit in those memories for a few minutes, Tim beside me doing the same (or else silently wondering why I wasn’t speaking and kept smiling wistfully at my pint).