'You need a classy song for the First Dance', my mother-in-law Jocasta insisted. 'Something classical. Something that people will know.'
'Like what, exactly?' I asked, frustrated.
I could see cogs working behind that furrowed brow of hers, to no avail. 'I... oh, I don't know. But you can't dance to this rubbish!'
We were sitting in the kitchen listening to Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. It just happened to be 'our song': the song my future husband and I associated with our first meeting and subsequent blossoming relationship. Corny, weird, slightly inappropriate given the context of a wedding... but most definitely ours. I was playing it to my mother-in-law, trying (and failing) to get her approval.
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