The latest wedding-drama is actually not a drama at all as far as Richard & I are concerned, but is The End Of The World for my parents. I went to Fulham Town Hall today with the paperwork, and it's a complete dump. Gorgeous building, but utterly dilapidated, to the point of peeling and completely-missing paintwork on the walls, and carpet that is at least 20 years old with black marks all over it. The photo on the website must be several years old.
Kingston Registry Office, where we actually wanted it, but weren't allowed by my father
Anyway, this is a MASSIVE DISASTER because "OH NO, IT WILL LOOK TERRIBLE IN THE PHOTOS! I think I'm going to cry!!" Perhaps I am old-fashioned, but I thought the important part of photos was the people in them?
I thought that, traditionally, it's one of the people getting married who's supposed to turn into Bridezilla and storm around making unreasonable requests for several months? But no - every unreasonable request so far has come from one of my parents. Honestly - you'd think it was THEIR wedding.
Richard & I failed to understand why my father's family would have to come round (would anyone welcome their whole family into their house before the wedding? Even if they were close to them?), but he threw such a wobbly that we agreed to move it to Fulham, which is much more convenient for 222.