"Boxing day arrived and my sister-in-law-to-be got her finger caught in the car door. That was the third thing to happen...and, so we thought, the last. I was ready to get married."
I'm 65 and like in Alsager, which I don't like! I have 3 sons and 1 daughter. My daughter was Miss Hanley in 1980. I've 11 lovely grandchildren. MY eldest grandson is 22 and a supermarket manager. MY eldest granddaughter is 20 and at Cardiff University training to be a GP.I was 4 hours late for my wedding and I had a mum who was very superstitious. I wanted to tell it for my children to hear, so they could have a laugh. I thought Inside Lives was absolutely fabulous, although I was very nervous. The people at Radio Stoke were wonderful and made me feel so welcome. I met most of the people behind the voices you hear on Radio Stoke, including Jason, Julian, Steve, Mark Stewart, Kevin and Tim. The only one I missed was my favourite one Den.
John and I were due to be married on the 26th December. Boxing Day. Up to Christmas eve, everything was running smoothly. But mum kept saying constantly: 'I hope nothing goes wrong'. She was a superstitious lady. So I was not allowed to see John on Christmas day as it was bad luck. I had a lot of relatives living in Kent and when we found out they wouldn't be able to come because of the snow, my mum said: 'that's the first thing. They come in threes'. Dad bought an extra-big turkey for the food at the reception. When he couldn't get it in the oven, I thought 'that's number 2!'. But, no, he managed to chop it in half and it cooked beautifully. Then he dropped one of the halves in a bucket of suds. That was number 2. I said to mum: 'that's 2 things. What else is going to happen?' Boxing day arrived and my sister-in-law-to-be got her finger caught in the car door. That was the third thing to happen...and, so we thought, the last. I was ready to get married. I turned up at the church at half past one, very nervous but excited. The priest was waiting at the entrance to the church. He told me to stop in the car as the registrar hadn't turned up (we needed a registrar to officiate as my husband was Catholic and I wasn't). 2pm came and he still hadn't arrived. It got to 4.20pm before he finally turned up, with the aid of Crewe police. He'd been to a football match! We did manage to get married in the end. That was 45 years ago, and we're as happy now as we were then. I think the moral of this story is, if someone tells you that bad luck comes in threes, don't believe them. It can come in 4, 5, 6 or sevens! | 
