The Church was decorated so beautifully for my wedding day. Everything had fallen into place.
The weeks of preparation were coming to fruition as the moment came to take that last walk down the aisle as a single woman.
In the bell tower my brother Matt was ringing the bell to announce not only the wedding but also to herald in the celebrations that were to follow.
It was so good to see my family around me, my friends and so many perfect strangers there to witness my finest hour.
Ahead of me at the altar stood the love of my life.
Momentarily my knees went to jelly.
The ring slid onto my finger and I was suddenly Mrs Rosemary Stubble.
Igor my handsome husband smiled at me through his broken black teeth. I was once again mesmerised by his obvious charm.
In bending to kiss him that first time as husband and wife I didn’t notice his lizard tongue until it was too late.