IT’S been a funny old week! My main concern has been that age-old question of ‘what shall I wear?’ First, I must think ‘what did I wear the last time we all got together?’’ ‘All’ being the big Manchester side of the family.

This particular occasion was the wedding of Bill’s granddaughter Kaylie — the ceremony, reception and evening ‘do’ all taking place at a lovely, big, rather posh country hotel.

I suppose I am a bit outdated, as I do like a church wedding.

I suppose it’s because I think the church adds a certain solemnity to that feeling of ‘Holy Matrimony’.

There! I did say I was a bit old fashioned. It’s my Methodist upbringing rearing its old head again.

But it really was a very lovely ceremony, and it went off without a hitch.

Well, that’s not strictly true because, of course, the whole idea was for the happy couple to get hitched.

I look back and think of my own wedding, and the reception, which was held at the Millstone, at Mellor.

And, because it cost 17s 6d a head, it meant this had to be restricted to immediate family.

Up till then, John and I had never paid more than 5s for a meal out, so we were really pushing the boat out.

And we had to pay for the reception ourselves as neither family had any spare cash at the time.

Come to think of it, when did they ever have any?