My daughter in law had a show of presents 13 years ago in her mother's house in Glasgow, which happened to be next door to ours!
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Every female relative, neighbours and friends came to a feast of sandwiches, sausage rolls, home baking (It had to be home baking as a matter of pride), endless cups of tea and glasses of prosecco to toast the bride and groom.
The presents were all laid out in the dining room and conservatory and there was a great deal of fun and laughter. We couldn't get rid of the guests, they were enjoying themselves too much.
I had a hen night, organised by my colleagues. I was paraded around the town of Paisley, wearing L plates and carrying a potty to collect "Donations" from passers by. It was my idea of hell, I was so embarrassed. 