We were invited to my Cousin’s wedding, the youngest of my Mother’s eldest Sister, but what consternation, he was a Catholic! My Aunt was terribly upset about it and refused to go to the marriage service, but would perhaps attend the wedding breakfast afterwards! My Cousin had changed her religion, so this meant the full service (Nuptial Mass included).  The service seemed endless to all us Protestants, and I could hear one Cousin behind me saying, “How much longer is this going on, I’m dying for a drink”. […] [M]y Aunt arrived late [for the meal] and I heard the Bridegroom’s Mother say, “All this is no wish of mine”, and my Aunt saying, “And, I can assure you, it is no wish of mine either”, and it didn’t improve matters, to see an Aunt of the Bridegroom’s from Ireland, come sailing across past with the coloured sash of the Sinn Fein Movement across her chest. After lunch, things were getting a bit “touchy”, so Mother, ever the peacemaker, persuaded me to sing “Mother McCree” of all things, to ease the tension.