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About 30 years ago, a friend of a friend’s sister was getting married, and I somehow found myself invited to the stag. I’d never been to the house before, and as we waited for the groom to arrive, the bride’s mother insisted we have a cup of tea.
We sat chatting about nothing in particular when, out of the corner of my eye, I became aware of a young boy, perhaps 7 or 8, dressed in a sailor suit go into the kitchen, and thought nothing of it.
As we sat, the boy came out of the kitchen, and stood, very politely, beside my chair. I turned and said “Hello, what is your name?” He very politely introduced himself as James, then chattered away for a couple of minutes about school, games and the cat, before announcing that he was going upstairs.
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A stag, the groom, the bride’s mother??? Don’t you have this a bit mixed up? What would the bride’s mother be doing at a stag? …oh… was she the entertainment?