My sister got married [in July… I wrote this post ages ago and forgot to post it!]. It was a posh event at Sandihole Farm near Congleton.
I was witness and usher, and had to wear top hat and tails..

My main job as usher was to escort everyone to their seats. Bride’s family to the left, groom’s to the right.
Also to escort people to the gift’s table for them to leave their cards and presents.
Also to be a general source of useful wedding info
I dutifully hung around outside the place for an hour before the wedding, answering questions from the guests like:
guest: hi, where do we leave our gifts?
me: ooh.. erm.. not sure
guest: ooh where is your sister going on her honeymoon
me: ooh.. erm.. not sure
guest: what’s her new surname gonna be?
me: erm.. not sure
guest: where do we sit?
me: on the le.. erm.. or is it the righ.. hang on.. ok yeah just sit there
During the speeches, when the Groom got to the point of thanking me and giving me my gift, at least one table threatened to stand up and protest that i didn’t deserve it!
Worst usher, ever!
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