Economy of words

As this blip will evidence, I’m not that economical with words. I like playing with them and seeing where they take me, normally in the hope of landing on something that will raise a smile or a laugh.
 
Time is also factor. When time is short, an economic use of language and the ability to cut to the chase can be critical. Which is just one reason why my words will never save any lives.
 
There were plenty with my children this morning as we sauntered around a poorly attended boot sale before heading off into town for some magazines to read with our hot chocolates/milkshakes as we watched the world go by.
 
Then a lull as we each had some time to ourselves before I dropped the wee ones with their grandparents and headed off to collect Simmo and her daughters to escort them to her sister’s wedding. Understandably there was a lot of excitement in the air, so there was a sudden flurry of words and laughter, particularly some in frustration at Simmo’s inability to increase her body temperature above absolute zero….
 
And then to the wedding itself, a perfect, small, intimate and utterly bespoke affair with a ban on suits and posed photography (excellent), and the presence of two chaps dishing out delicious fresh-cooked pizzas from their purpose-built trailer. Words were flying around all over the place!
 
At the centre of proceedings, a leather-clad grinning groom together with the beaming bride in a beautiful, elegant green and burgundy dress who were “unlawfully” bound together in a ceremony involving a wonderful economy of well-chosen and loving words. It was a complete one-off, totally unique, it was theirs and it was utterly perfect. Small wonder then that Simmo and Fi (Simmo’s other sister) had tears rolling down their faces before proceedings had already begun.
 
I felt honoured just to be invited and bear witness to not only the love between the bride and groom, but also the love of the family and friends that surround them.
 
It was a lovely few hours and I was sad to have to leave before it was over, but rehearsal duties called. Therein lay a veritable treasure trove of words, sadly though I had deigned to forget most of the crucial ones and Act 1 was not my finest hour. I pulled myself together for Act 2 which felt much better.
 
Too many words, so I think that’s more than enough for today.