Where my childhood had been cut off at 14 by the removal of all the children's channels from the TV by my Dad, I have significantly made up for in the last 2 years; I discovered chocolate spread. If being a mid teenager has taught me anything it's that chocolate spread on toast can solve all problems, apart from obesity, that not so much. For example: Hungover? Chocolate spread. Bad day? Chocolate spread. Can't find the right dress for the wedding you've got next weekend? Shove that Adele album on the CD player, pop the top off that jar and you know what to do.
Recently I've been too deprived for this glorious substance, I don't know what it is about weddings which prompts you to look differently, or better or whatever from when you last saw the bride or groom but suddenly my Mum has gone on a huge healthy eating diet kick in the face for this and therefore had banished all chocolate spread, biscuits and 'Satan foods' as she puts it from the house. Not that I mind, I understand her, we are similar and I did feel the same way, I'm just too lazy to actually put that into practice.
Weddings are beautiful aren't they? I love the walking down the isle, the small nervous glances. The meaning of it all, the forever part. The reception, getting pulled on to the floor by an odd old uncle in green braces. Getting lost in the reception grounds, causing a bit of trouble with my cousins. Meeting group of new people of which I'm likely to never see again. Dancing with my dad. Finding the random glow sticks. Listening to all sorts of couples talk about their weddings. I love that the most.
I'm a fan of weddings, maybe I am an old romantic soul after all.
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