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Here I go again.

I hear the trumpet blow again.

Oh, what a blow again.

Taking a chance on love.

Here I slide again.

About to take that ride again.

Darby, I'd again.

Taking a chance on love.

Alison? Yes?

Find that sellotape. It's coming.

Lovely. I think that's a lovely idea for a wedding present, Tom. It could be

useful, yes.

I know it's not every day one needs a car, Jack, but when one does, it's very

useful. Put it from both of us? No, no, we've got him something from all of us

at the library.

It's a set of brandy glasses with the pub signs of the south of England on

And this?

Yes? It's a little something from me.

Oh.

To help prevent the patter of tiny feet.

What is it?

What do you think it is?

Surely not sending... It's a last trap.

Pardon? It's a joke. You see, everyone thinks that it's... Yes?

Thank you.

Alison, may I just say, you look ravishing.

Dreadful. Beautiful.

Oh, thank you, Tom.

Mr. Wingent's bringing round a garland and a bouquet.

Do you think anyone's going to notice this raspberry stain?

What?

Little spot like that?

No.

Absolutely not.

Nervous today at all? Oh, that being a bridesmaid, no, I've done it before.

Oh, really? Didn't tell me. Seven times.

It's been quite good, has it, really?

Yes.

Last wedding I went to, Vicar got a bit about just cause and impediment.

Wild, black -haired gypsy woman appeared at back of church with three children.

Hell of a fuss. Bride fled down the aisle, never seen again.

Oh, that's awful.

Yes, yes. Apparently, it turned out to be best man's idea of a joke.

All for the best, probably.

No sense of humour. Poor basis for marriage.

It's difficult to tell with marriage, isn't it? I mean, they're most unlikely

people find each other and wind up together and date together.

I still think something's important, though. Shared interests, mutual

Yes, I think physical side ought to be enjoyable.

Oh, it is, Tom, it is.

I mean, it's very important, that is, in a relationship.

Mr Winton.

Ah, good. Give him presents.

Ah, Miss Little, I'm glad you're dressed. Now, the bouquet's on the top

garland's underneath.

Right.

Pity about that stain. Never mind.

Morning, Tom.

Yes, not at all. I could drink. Oh, that would be nice.

Have you got any peppermint?

No, black currant cordial. No, no, no, I meant a peppermint sweet for

afterwards. It's the first thing Barbara's sure to notice when we get to

church. Oh, thank you. I'll have a brandy.

Oh, now, we've done the flowers.

Margaret's coming a little later on to pick you up.

And for the next week, you are the Borough Library.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Winger. That one's the executive toilet. I should be so

grateful if you wouldn't use it.

Best of luck.

Happy days.

Thank you.

Say, your stag night was a great success?

Yes, yes, it was rather good. I'm sorry I had to slip away rather early. Shame

about that, Mr Telegram. Did I? Yes, nice girls, three of them. Chilly

for that sort of thing.

Did you go to that club where they... Yes, of course, yes, with the girls,

And then afterwards, on to Denzil's, where we played Strip Monopoly.

How did you play that, then? Never really found out. Probably why I did so

badly.

Not quite as badly as Lionel, though. Police picked him up wearing no entry

sign.

Girls with him wearing three traffic cones.

Very pleasant evening.

Good. You had to leave early, then, did you, Mr. Winchell? Yes. Yes, well, you

know, I stayed a fair time. I mean, I got back home about half past nine.

I'm sure Barbara was right, though. When you've got a long day ahead, it's

awfully important to have a good night's rest.

Now I must be getting on. I've got Margaret's flowers to deliver in my

Thanks for the drink. See you shortly.

Now, do you remember what I said about...

Yes.

Barbara says they're going to Reykjavik for their honeymoon.

They'll be in the hotel most of the time. They're only backpacking for the

four days.

He's left his notebook.

Ah, going to see him in a couple of hours. Give it to him. Can't get through

couple of hours without his notebook, Tom. Don't know why not. Just full of

names.

Marjorie Greenham, Sarah Graysbrook. She was his secretary last summer. Must

have been a good one. Five stars here.

Ah.

Ah, be with us, please.

Look,

I'm frightfully sorry to bother you, but I wonder if you could possibly help.

Is that your orange Volkswagen out there? It is.

Well, I think my horse has just died on it.

Ah. Anything we can do to help?

Do you think you could possibly ring for a vet?

We'd do it ourselves, only Daddy seems to have passed out as well.

It's really very upsetting. He's never had a day's illness in his life, and I

ought to stay with him. Oh, the poor man.

Yes, there's Daddy, too.

Father, badly hurt? He's so tight, it's not easy to tell.

He fell out, you see, when we stopped.

Oh.

Actually, he's not moving a lot.

Anyway, we'd better see about his vet first.

Right.

Just heat stroke then, really? It must have been. And I suppose I just panicked

when he collapsed.

It really is the most tremendous relief.

Seems perfectly recovered now. I'm terribly fond of him, you see. We were

born on the same day.

Weren't we?

And although he's getting a bit past it, I just wanted him to clean me safely

into my new life.

Oh, what a romantic idea, Tom.

Not really.

I just feel I need all the luck I can get.

Yes, well, I expect the vet will still want to check him over.

You've been terribly kind.

And you've done a wonderful job on Daddy.

Do you think we should get him to come indoors and lie down?

Oh, you won't get him to leave the carriage, I'm afraid. He's got two

L 'Anse aux 67 in there and a couple of jerry cans of brandy and soda. Oh,

right.

Morning, Tom.

Where's this dead horse, then?

Penny. It's been a... A bit of a miraculous recovery, really.

Brian, ten minutes ago we thought he was dead, but then he just got up.

Penny.

Is it really you?

Yes.

You two have known each other?

You look different.

Well, there's a coincidence, Tom.

Oh, Brian.

I wonder if you'd like to have a look at the young horse?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

It's Alfred, isn't it? I haven't seen him since... He feels very good.

Um, well, I'll just pop and put the kettle on.

They haven't set eyes on each other from that date at this.

But that's really how it all began.

Yes. Just like to clear up one or two points.

With horse in staple, with... Merry legs. Yes, yes.

Pregnant horse trying to deliver foal. Yes. Then needed to send for vet.

Yes. But old Mountford had a broken leg.

Had to put him down.

No, old Mountford was the vet, Tom. It's because he had a broken leg that they

sent Brian.

And that's how they met.

I can't tell you what it was like.

The warm straw, the guttering hurricane lamp, and Brian's skilful

hand. Oh, the fold was all right then, was it?

Oh, I think so, yes. We were in the next -door stable at the time.

It was wonderful.

Sort of once -in -a -lifetime affair, then? Well, it was obviously just a

Tom. They haven't seen each other since.

Yes, you see, Penny was riding in Potsdam the next day.

When she came back, I'd already taken up my job at the donkey sanctuary in

Guatemala.

But then, today, we met again.

Oh, Penny.

Oh, Brian.

Don't think we've got time to start all that again.

Point is, who's going to tell him?

Tell who?

Fiancé, presumably at church, this very moment. Has to be told.

Yes. Well, it can't be me. I really don't know them.

Well, I know it ought to be me, but I couldn't. I'm sorry. I simply couldn't.

Well, I can't.

I'm bridesmaid at Mr. Winchard's wedding.

Ah, yes.

I'll draw you a little map.

Good.

any idea, you know, why she did it. Sorry, no, just messenger, really. Any

hints? She didn't say anything about me dressing up in women's clothes.

Ah, good.

No, I'm afraid it's another man.

That's what the police constable said.

Another man?

I don't understand.

She was in such a good mood in the bath this morning.

Sorry.

Shall I pass you a drink, please? No, no, got to go to...

Another wedding, actually. Good God, you do this for a living. A wedding.

It's not a wedding, is it?

It's basically a drink there.

No problem.

You couldn't give me a lift, could you? I don't quite feel up to pay for my

family. Poor fellow.

Yes, of course.

Quite the day for it, no? Looks like he's been stood up, too.

Come on.

Look, are you sure you won't have a drink? Yes, yes. A bit late, really. I

don't worry about money. I've got 30 ,000 potatoes from the honeymoon.

Kind of, but... Oh, all right.

Well, if you want a drink, I'll be in the bar. Good luck.

Looking for a whingent wedding reception?

Just over there, sir. The Beau Brummel suite.

Yes, sorry about that.

Alison told you perhaps a few problems. No, there's been a few problems here

too, Tom.

Mr. Winton didn't turn up at the registry office.

Well, it's very strange.

We had a rather curious telephone call from the hospital.

Hospital? Not again. Surely perfectly all right last week when you sent him

sperm count.

He claims he had some sort of accident outside your house and said the ring was

missing and kept repeating your name.

Phil, there's probably nothing in it, so have a drink, too.

We're trying to keep our spirits up, even if parents can't be with us.

Well, there's no point in letting one person spoil the day for everybody else.

Oh, Mrs Bradshaw!

Terrible news.

Today of all days.

I think he must have willed it upon himself, Tom.

You know, I think some men find it difficult to come to terms with

Probably right, yes.

I'll get you a drink.

Well,

if I speak to the manager... Of course, sir. May I ask what it was in

collection? It's the Simpson -Westinghouse wedding reception.

I'm afraid it looks as if we're going to have to cancel it.

My son's fiancée failed to arrive at the church.

I'll get him at once, sir.

What'll you have while you're waiting?

Good idea.

Scotch. I'll make it two.

Save the waiting.

Is Mr Burns there?

Large ones.

Good God, yes.

Thank you very much.

Too large. You know what? Too large. I'll tell you what. It never bloody

up, that's what.

Too large. Bloody wedding day. It never bloody showed up.

Too large, Scotch.

Bill.

Bill, what on earth are you doing here?

Yvonne. How did you get here? The vicar told me. Oh, Bill, why weren't you

there? Me?

You were the one who sent a bloke along to cancel the service.

I didn't send anyone to do anything, Bill. I just got held up behind the new

boilers on the bypass.

You mean you didn't want to cancel the wedding?

Of course I didn't.

Oh, Bill.

I thought you'd changed your mind.

Oh, and I thought that you'd found out. about the baby.

I know about the baby.

Not everyone's as wonderful as you are, Bill.

Some men find it very difficult to accept another man's child.

No, I'd accept anything about another man's... What other man's child?

You said you didn't mind.

You know, you being pregnant at the wedding, that's what I didn't mind. But

another match?

That's bloody wonderful. Who is it? No one you know.

What's his name? Come on, I've got a right to know.

Derek! Derek!

Yes? You bloody swat!

Called Bill.

Nice chap.

Quiet. Gentle.

I can't think of anything worse than have that happen on your wedding day. It

took him very well, all things considered. No fuss, just went off to do

decent thing.

What? You don't mean... Yes, yes, yes.

Plans to get paralytic drunk.

Don't, um, fancy a dance.

Not very good at this sort of dancing, Tom, are you?

I'm rather, yes.

Snowed up once in Yorkshire Hotel with Northern County's formation dance team.

Short of a man, never forgot it. Do you a quick step, glide and turn would screw

the rivets out of a battleship.

at the library dinner dance.

But he'd just got himself a new walking frame. He wanted to try it out.

They shouldn't have let him leave the conga, though.

It took 35 minutes to get back to the hall, but that time the band had all

home.

This is all rather depressing, isn't it?

Well,

cancelled wedding, Mr Henstridge in hospital.

It's all gone wrong, isn't it?

Not all bad.

Lager on draught.

You know, Tom, I was rather hoping that when you saw the wedding couple

and all the happy guests and the ladies,

I think I'd better go and talk to Barbara. She might need shooting up.

Awesome carriage.

I swear I've had a prank.

Shall I ring for a doctor? No, I've checked her out.

Bruised fetlock.

Mostly shock.

Oh, you're sure?

Yes. But you can ring Air France on the phone and get me a cab. You haven't made

the three o 'clock.

Do you know the way to the Belgrano room? Fine. Wait, my wedding reception,

see. Is she all right?

No, just a bit faint.

I've got Air France on the line for you. Thank you. Hang on a moment, would you?

You can take it in the first given call. I'll get a taxi.

Come back here, you cat!

Extraordinary fellow.

What started him off?

I haven't a clue.

Good God, what's that?

Good God, it's Penny.

What are you doing with Penelope? She's supposed to be manning my son.

I haven't done anything with her.

Did you see that?

Man's a sex maniac.

If I wasn't already on probation, I'd give the fellow a darn good thrashing.

In fact, I think I'll do it anyway. Oh, steady. Derek, steady.

Terrence, what on earth are you doing? Hello, Barbara.

We were meant to be in hospital with a heart attack.

And who's this woman?

She's supposed to be marrying my son.

But this creepy little gigolo... Man's a sex maniac.

Pour her clothes off right here in the foyer. I promise you, Barbara, I have

never seen this woman before in my life.

Oh, in Paris.

I can't let a woman go. I'm defending her. Certainly not.

Uh -huh. Leave him on the left again, Derek.

I warned you about that before.

Just the one, St Thomas'. Except our seed shows, of course. That doesn't

Wedding there, too, today, actually.

Happening today.

Or not, as the case may be.

Yes, sir.

Nothing worrying you, is there? Oh, there's nothing to worry about.

See,

you caught the bouquet.

Yes.

Means you'll be next in line.

Buddy things, weddings.

Are they?

Always enjoy them. Never usually invited.

That's a shame, Tom.

I wonder

if we might consider it.

Consider what?

Getting married.

Who to?

Us?

Yeah, I realise the idea may not appeal at once. Give you a little time.