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Spring arrived with mud and a torrent of bad news.
Plans for a perfect day begun to fall apart the moment it dawned.
It was cold and miserable, the heating had packed up in the church, the organist was drunk, and the bridal march became a foxtrot as the vicar was running late.
Their photographer dropped his camera which smashed on the concrete and hadn’t brought a spare, so they had to make do with selfies and snaps on their guests mobiles. They in turn were not happy and ended up in the wrong pub for the celebratory meal.
Rather than see the funny side, the newlyweds began to argue practically before the ink was dry on their marriage certificate. Now the idyllic honeymoon was anything but.
The silo in the car park had been photoshopped out of the brochure, and the complex appeared only half built.
‘I’m not impressed’, Sally whined. ‘They said the hotel had a beauty spa. Now the nearest I’m going to get to a mud pack is scraping it off the road!’
‘Oh shut up’, Peter retorted. ‘It’s not mud anyway, you idiot. It’s ice, and probably the closest I’m going to get to scotch on the rocks as the bloody hotel’s shut.’