Just three weeks after proposing to Sarah, everything is more or less planned. We just have to wait for the big day next July now!
It’s actually been an easy process. We’ve decided on a church wedding, but not the one in our parish of Elson in Gosport.
We went to see the rector at St Mary’s in Alverstoke and he was superb and took us through the whole process.
Like so many couples getting married, we wanted to have our day somewhere that was special to us. For me, Stokes Bay and Gilkicker Point mean so much.
From year-round dog walks to running along the seafront, this place has never failed to fill me with joy so it’s the right place to plan our big day.
The Alverbank Hotel, with its wonderful views across the Solent over to my home town of Ryde, is full of character and seems to be the right venue for the wedding breakfast.
I feel for the evening DJ though. In a room full of radio presenters, every change of record will be scrutinised with people saying ‘hmm, I wouldn’t play ‘‘that’’ after Kajagoogoo.’’
Sarah has even found her dress already. But she’s keeping that one close to her chest, so to speak, Something to do with tradition.
I was expecting countless trips to wedding fairs. But no, her dream dress has been located and happened to be the first one she tried on – typical.
It’s also been pretty painless for me too. Whilst she was out choosing her dress, I was at home watching the football. Result!
As our god-daughters will be our flower girls, I have decided to have two best men. What is also intriguing is that one is straight and one is gay.
Will the stag do be a racing experience at Silverstone or a night on the tiles in Brighton? Will it be shots or cocktails?
Between the two of them, though, I know the best men speeches will be hilarious as they have plenty of ammunition!
So ideas to make our day extra special are being sorted. A hog roast in the evening sounds good, but what surprises shall I plan?
All that’s left then is the small matter of paying for it. And guess who wants Jimmy Choos for the big day?
No, it’s not one of my best men!