Marriage - the prelude

I think I should start my recount with a decisive moment in my life - my first marriage. I know what this sounds like, but my second wedding was to the same person who I was already married to from the first and conducted in Mongolia for the benifit of my bride's family and friends. Of that, more later.
Arranged in great haste and almost ad hoc, the British wedding went brilliantly, better than I could have hoped. My worry was not over the person I was marrying, nor the plan to get married, but just that everything would go smoothly. Maybe in hindsight, I should not have been so anxious, but as most of the preparations occurred in the last two months, there was always the fear that something had not been readied or not sufficiently enough as to fail. As it turned out none of this proved to be true.
My best man, Jon Williams, came down to Gillingham the night before. We had a stroll around town and on the Great Lines and then shared a few pints in a nearby pub to my house. Then we both slept next door to my house in my grandmothers house upstairs in the spare bedrooms.