Two years today since you were taken.

When I spent a happy afternoon going through your picture box, shredding every image of your evil mother, what should I find but the wedding day outtakes.  You barred them from the wedding album because you thought you looked terrible in them.  As if that were possible.

Having reviewed them I reckon the real reason is because I look Utterly Magnificent and you just didn’t want the limelight taken away.  Which is fair enough.  I was just the supernumerary, there to make you look good.  But now the world gets to see in slideshow form.  And quite right too.

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