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1. Love, Marriage and Other Surprises

Unbearable Lightness of Scones

The wedding took place underneath the Castle, beneath that towering, formidable rock, in a quiet church that was reached from Kings Stables Road. Matthew and Elspeth Harmony had made their way there together, in a marked departure from the normal routine in which the groom arrives first, to be followed by the bride, but only after a carefully timed delay, enough to make the more anxious members of her family look furtively at their watches and wonder.

Customs exist to be departed from, declared Matthew. He had pointedly declined to have a stag party with his friends but had nonetheless asked to be included in the hen party that had been organised for Elspeth.

Stag parties are dreadful, he pronounced. Everybody has too much to drink and the groom is subjected to all sorts of insults. Left without his trousers by the side of the canal and so on. Ive seen it.

Not always, said Elspeth. But its up to you, Matthew.

She was pleased that he was revealing himself not to be the type to enjoy a raucous male-only party. But this did not mean that Matthew should be allowed to come to her hen party, which was to consist of a dinner at Howies restaurant in Bruntsfield, a sober do by comparison with the Bacchanalian scenes which some groups of young women seemed to go in for.

No, new men might be new men, but they were still men, trapped in that role by simple biology. Im sorry, Matthew, she said. I dont think that its a good idea at all. The whole point about a hen party is that its just for women. If a man were there it would change everything. The conversation would be different, for a start.

Matthew wondered what it was that women talked about on such occasions. Different in what way? He did not intend to sound peevish, but he did.

Just different, said Elspeth airily. She looked at him with curiosity. You do realise, Matthew, that men and women talk about rather different things? You do realise that, dont you?

Matthew thought of the conversations he had with his male friends. I dont know if theres all that much difference, he said. I talk about the same things with my male and female friends. I dont make a distinction.

Well, Im sorry, said Elspeth. But the presence of a man would somehow interrupt the current. Its hard to say why, but it would.

So the subject had been left there and Elspeth in due course enjoyed her hen party with seven of her close female friends, while Matthew went off by himself to the Cumberland Bar. There he met Angus Lordie sitting alone with his dog, Cyril.

I suppose that this is a sort of stag party for me, Matthew remarked to Angus.

Underneath the table, Cyril, who had long wrestled with temptation to bite Matthews ankles, suddenly leaned forward and licked them instead.

There, you see, said Angus. When a dog licks you, it confers a benediction. Cyril understands, you know. Thats his way of saying that hes going to be sorry to lose you.

But hes not going to lose me, protested Matthew. One doesnt completely disappear when one gets married.

Angus looked at Matthew with his slightly rheumy eyes. Really? Well, we wont be seeing much of you here after the event.

Well see, said Matthew. He raised his glass of beer to his lips and looked at Angus. Angus was much older than he was and was unmarried, which meant either that there was some profound reason lack of interest or that he had been successful in evading commitment. Now, which of these was it?

What about yourself, Angus? Matthew asked. Have you ever thought of tying the knot with anybody?

Angus smiled. Nobody would have me, I fear. Nothing would give me greater pleasure, I suspect, but, well, Ive never really got myself organised.

Of course, youd need to find somebody capable of taking on Cyril, said Matthew. And that wouldnt be easy.

Angus shot Matthew an injured glance and Matthew immediately realised his tactlessness.

Cyril is a slight problem, said Angus. Its difficult being canine, you see. Lots of women turn their noses up at dogs. Particularly with Cyril being the sort of dog that he is. You know, a wandering eye and some unresolved personal freshness issues. But I wish people would see beyond that.

Matthew nodded. Angus would be a task enough for any woman, and to add Cyril to the equation made it even more of a burden. What about Domenica? he asked suddenly. Ive always thought that you and she might make a good couple.

Angus looked wistfully at the ceiling. Ive thought that too, he said. But I dont think theres much of a chance there. She cant abide Cyril, you see, and I can hardly get rid of him after all these years. His heart would break.

Shed get used to him, said Matthew. And dogs dont last forever.

Angus shook his head. No prospect, he said. But lets not talk about me and my problems. What about the wedding? I hear youve got Charlie Robertson to do it for you. I knew him when he was at the Canongate Kirk. He does a nice line in weddings, and Her Majesty used to enjoy his sermons, I gather, when she was in residence at Holyrood. She must have had to listen to an awful lot of wheezy lectures from various archbishops of Canterbury it must have been so refreshing for her to get a good-going, no-nonsense sermon from somebody like Charlie. You know where you stand with the Church of Scotland, although as an Episcopalian, I must say theres a certain folksiness

Were making certain changes, said Matthew. Were walking up the aisle together. And were having a reading from Kahlil Gibran. You know, The Prophet. Theres a chapter there about love and commitment.

Angus began to let out an involuntary groan, but stopped himself. Sorry, he said. Yes. Kahlil Gibran. I see. And the honeymoon?

Matthew leaned forward and whispered. I havent told Elspeth. Its going to be a surprise. Australia!

Angus looked into his glass. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a sense of foreboding, as if a sinister angel had passed overhead and briefly looked down upon them, as one of those lumbering heavy bombers, laden with high explosive, may spot a target below a quiet lane with lovers popular, the innocent going about their business, a farmer driving a truck along a winding lane; irresistible temptations for a sinister angel.


Preface | Unbearable Lightness of Scones | 2. By the Side of the Bridal Path