They say to glimpse a bride on her wedding day (by accident, not design) brings you luck.
Lucky me. There is a wonderful tiny flowershop in line of my desk’s vision. I looked up a few minutes ago – and there she was. Wonderful dress. Fifties’ style. Tiny waist. And how so very unusual – the bride picking up her own bouquet. Then she got back into her (white) taxi. Any minute now taking one of the biggest steps of adulthood. The only bigger one being that of becoming a parent.
Moving. I wish her luck.