On the way to yesterday’s wedding the phone rang.
‘This is Ricky,’ he says, ‘I’m getting married in Crawley Register Office on 30th June and need a photographer. I know it’s last minute, but we’ve only just decided.’
Diane checks the diary and I tell him, ‘thanks for phoning, but we already have a wedding that day,’ and give him details of another photographer who might be able to help.
Arriving at the venue the phone rings again and a bubbly female voice says, ‘I’m getting married on Saturday 30th June and need a photographer.’
Diane and I glance at one another before saying, ‘this is the second enquiry we’ve had this morning for that date – where are you getting married?’
‘Crawley Register Office,’ she tells us. This is just too much of a coincidence. ‘You’re not marrying someone called Ricky, by any chance?’
‘How do you know that?’ she asks.






















