This is our prompt this week, provided by Sandra Crook.
The Beamers, Mercs and Jags were lined up in a neat row by the water’s edge, all seeking one-upmanship on their counterparts, snobbery at its worst. Rich bitches in diamonds and furs, toffs in morning dress, all so predictable.
The couple, dressed accordingly for the occasion, were followed by a caravan of narrowboats and cruisers, each decked out in bunting, balloons and ribbons. These were their friends, all invited to share this special day.
One thing was sure, her stuck up parents had not been expecting the bride to make her entrance from the lock!