This is me. I don't remember looking directly into the lens of my friend's camera in the middle of my wedding ceremony, let alone smiling at it, but apparently I did:

This is Pidge (known to many as Daniel), looking particularly sombre. Either he's putting it on for the minister's sake, or he's feeling slightly sick that he's legally committing himself to spending the rest of his life with me. I dare not ask:

This is a really nice photo, but I also like how, if you look closely, there's a slight Pepe-le-Pew feel to it - Pepe leaning in, kittycat leaning away in a polite attempt at extrication:

And finally, the only decent picture to have emerged thus far from the reception. Daniel looks as though he's been possessed by a chipmunk:

I don't actually have anything else to share, as I have successfully wasted this weekend altogether with wine, cheese, the Internet and a bean-bag. For this I am exceedingly grateful.