Frog Prince

It's a long story...
Mundy and I had been living together for several years. We were due to return to Africa after a year in London and decided on the spur of the moment to get married. It makes things much easier in that part of the world when dealing with things like authorities, residence and work permits. We managed to get a date with a magistrate's office in the only borough that could fit us in the day before we were due to fly out to Zimbabwe. Everything was a mad rush. Two witnesses were necessary, so we roped in a good friend Veronica, and Grey, Mundy's artist son, who kindly adjusted adjust his sleep pattern for us - he sleeps all day and paints at night.

On the dash to the court, we suddenly realised we had no ring. Nearby was a little shop that sold an extraordinary array of things, and I spotted this little frog ring in the window. I liked his roving eyes and he sparkled - good, princely qualities. He cost £1.

They take marriages seriously in Enfield. When we arrived we were shown through to a little room where Veronica was waiting. Much to our relief, Grey arrived just in time, and a voice announced "Will the bride and groom come through". "That's us!" said Mundy, after a slight hesitation. We were unprepared for what greeted us...there were large bowls of flowers, soft organ music played and a nice woman greeted us holding out a lovely satin cushion. I thought it was something to kneel on, but she asked us to place the ring on it! I groaned inwardly and tried to put the frog prince face down, but he bounced back, rolled his eyes and sparkled throughout the ceremony. The magistrate didn't flinch, Veronica smiled sweetly, Grey stifled his laugh and everything proceeded smoothly.

Now he lives in a velvet box, having lost an eye and part of his arm
on our many travels, but he is a fun reminder of our happy wedding day.