It was now the day of the party and everybody was rushing around sorting out their clothes and eating breakfast and generally doing what you do when you are getting ready for a wedding or the like. I had my suit with me, I made my uncle bring it to Cuba when I met him there, well technically I didn't make him bring it, I asked him politely if he could and he said yes. I had to my new shoes ready, they didn't need polishing as they were brand new, I had my new shirt ironed and ready and I had my tie. Once I had my shower I was sorted, ready for whatever the day would bring me. As usual with things like this, the day wouldn't begin properly without millions of bloody photographs. I really hate having my photograph taken when I'm having to pose with other people in a sort of uncomfortable situation, not so much uncomfortable just when it has an unnatural feeling about it. Once all the photographs had been taken and we were nearly running late for the church we left, we were held up a little bit more as my aunt hadn't eaten anything all day and had come over all weak, she has a blood sugar problem, I'm not sure if its diabetes but when she doesn't eat she gets very weak and nauseous.