My friends got married. My friends will get divorced.

I went to a wedding yesterday. My friend is a vicar; his new wife is also becoming my friend I hope. They are deadly serious about the thing, like the majority who enter in I suppose.

I read a reading; water into wine at a wedding. Interesting little exchange between a slightly testy Jesus and his extremely confident mother. (No solution to binge drinking there anyway).

Other friends of mine have recently split up. Some were present, others were not.

I sat next to Liz to whom I’ll have been married for 20 years in a few days (present, present, present). How come: I think the most significant trick is her ability not to take me seriously. My unpleasantness is generally ignored. My constant irritation is generally ignored. Other things.....are..... generally ignored. I get what I deserve. Except I don’t, because if I did, we wouldn’t still be together. If a marriage is going to work, one party, probably more than the other, definitely won’t get what they deserve, not over the long haul certainly.