CJ and I went down south (the beautiful South West of Western Australia, for my American friends) for the weekend to do some much needed wedding planning (11 weeks to go!). One of my aunts, the amazing GG, has a breathtakingly gorgeous 8 bedroom, rammed earth house in the middle of her own expanse of Jarrah forest and is kindly letting us get married there. To top that off, she’s also the marriage celebrant! Did I mention her house, which was once a B&B, is called Lovespring?
I know, I know, perfect. What can I say?
Anyway! One of the legalities of getting married is that you undergo an interview and sign a certificate of Intended Marriage, so CJ and I had our interview with my Auntie on saturday. When we arrived on friday night, she asked us if we were ready for our ‘exam’ and I must say that I really wish I had a photo of CJ’s terrified expression!
We were chatting while waiting for our lunch at a winery before the ‘exam’ on saturday about what we were going to say if she asked us why we wanted to get married. I suggested I tell her that for me, it was all about the diamond, but CJ wondered if that wasn’t such a good idea, and besides, by that time we were firmly engrossed in our hot scones with lashings of jam and cream and all thoughts of the ‘exam’ went out the window as I journeyed further and further into a cream induced coma.
By the time we drove back through the intensely beautiful forest, my coma was complete and, with said exam looming, I was a tad concerned about my ability to keep my eyes open. I mean, stumbling through questions about the sanctity of marriage whilst half asleep was probably not going to fill GG with much confidence about my commitment to CJ.
You’ll be pleased to know that GG can a make coffee pungent enough to rouse the dead and we got through the interview with flying colours! “You passed!” she announced, with a smile.
That done, it was onto more domestic matters. GG’s amazing two storey house has incredibly high, raked ceilings and the bedroom next to ours had a fire alarm with a low battery emitting a constant and numbingly annoying beeping that I had to do something about if I wanted any sleep that night. The only ladder GG had was, well, half a ladder really. So there I was, climbing a ladder that was held up only by CJ and GG, afraid of heights as I’d always been, wondering if I would ever see my wedding day. I actually got all the way up it and even let go with both hands as I wrestled with the stupid alarm that wasn’t budging. In the end GG and I had to hold the ladder for CJ (CJ is not a small man at nearly 6’4″) and, once he’d dropped the entire alarm straight onto my unsuspecting head from a great height, which of course caused GG and I to erupt into hysterical giggles causing the ladder to sway precariously with CJ still at the top of it, apologising and afraid for his life all at once, we did it! And once everyone was safe on the ground and the hysterics subsided, I looked at GG and said, “Oh my God, was that a trust exercise? Was that part of the interview?!”
GG just smiled at us both as CJ rubbed the developing lump on my head and trotted down the jarrah staircase to tend to dinner.