“We should do something about the wedding,” says Pete, “to take the pressure off.”
What? Oh yes—the wedding. The struggle for survival over the last few weeks has absorbed so much of my brain that I have nearly forgotten about it. But actually making the decision to cancel—blindingly, obviously necessary as it is—still hurts, the final amputation of a putrefied dream.
More envelope stuffing—this time, only one sheet in each. Pete does most of it. I stuff what I can.
14 July 2006
… Over the last few weeks Anna’s health has deteriorated badly and she has become extremely sensitive to light. So, very reluctantly, we have decided to postpone our wedding. Thank you for all your donations to our charities. Our apologies go to everyone who has already booked travel or accommodation for 9 September. We still hope to have a wedding some time in the future and will hope to see you there …