PomPoms Up! by Carol Cleveland

Author:Carol Cleveland [Carol Cleveland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781910050422
Publisher: Arcadia Books Limited
Published: 2014-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE

August 31, 1971

My wedding day! Well, not actually – I’d married my fiancé Peter Brett two days earlier in a Register Office, but that was just a small affair with Mummy and a couple of friends present. Today was the big day when family and friends, including the Python boys, came to wish us well and of course to guzzle free champagne and have a good laugh!

This was a ‘blessing’ ceremony, which took place at St. Mark’s Church in Marylebone, London. We were unable to actually marry in the church because Peter had already been married. I didn’t wear white, because we’d been living together for a year. How very ‘correct’ we both were! I regret that now and wish I had worn white. If I get another crack at it – even if I’m eighty – I’m going to wear white! Instead, my crocheted dress was pale yellow and Peter wore a purple suit. Purple! Our two bridesmaids chose their own long, summery dresses and wore big floppy hats, like me. One was my actress friend, Caron Gardner, and the other was Lynda La Plante. Peter’s five-year-old son, Paul, was our page boy.

My father was not there to give me away because he didn’t believe in marriage and he was an atheist. I think he’d only married my mother because he was pressured into it by my grandparents. He never did it again though. So instead it was my step-father Cleve who walked me down the aisle. He’d always been a much better father to me than my own had been, so it was only right that he should be there and he was very proud to be.

There was one amusing moment during the ceremony when the vicar called my husband ‘Paul.’ We let this pass, as thankfully it was only a blessing, but there was a lot of sniggering going on behind us. In fact he seemed very nervous and was stumbling throughout the service. He did admit later at the reception, when he was quite tiddly, that this was his first marriage service of any sort. Ahhhhh… Bless him!

I’d met Peter a year earlier when we’d been on holiday together with mutual friends in Deia, Majorca. It was his son Paul who brought us together! I wasn’t Peter’s type at all…. he wasn’t into Dolly Birds, but it seemed his young son was! From the moment I was introduced to him Paul went all ‘flirty’ and, after only a few days, he refused to go anywhere without me. Peter had no option but to tag along! One day we three were out walking, with Paul in the middle holding our hands. He suddenly squeezed my hand and kissed it. Peter and I were both amazed – he, because he’d never seen Paul show such affection to anyone other than his mother and I, because I wasn’t at all Mumsy and I’d never had a child warm to me like this. That was

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