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THAT walk I had to take down the aisle on my wedding day was probably the longest walk I have ever taken in life! At least it seemed to be at the time, laughed Mireille, lovely wife of Peter Noone - Herman to us.
Peter and I were married on November 5 last year. We thought it would be better to be married in a church near to the flat where we were to live after the wedding, so we went round to look at several churches a month before.
This one in Mayfair was by far the nicest of them all, and the priest, Father Fitzpatrick, was very kind, too.
But I don't think this was really a good thing for me to see the church so long before the wedding because it made me so nervous.
I was Jewish, you see, and I was not used to being in church. And that aisle! It was so long.
We went back to the church for a rehearsal on the night before the wedding and I panicked all over again when I saw how enormous it was.
I didn't get up till about eleven on the wedding morning, and almost straight away went out to have my hair done. My parents came over from France to live in London about two or three years ago, and I had been living with them.
After the hairdresser, I went home to put on my lovely wedding dress. It was organza and had a cape. My headdress was in ostrich feathers. There to see that nothing went wrong with his beautiful dress, was the couturier who made it, Roger Chastel.
I was not really nervous. My mother and my sisters, Marianne and Virginie, were much more nervous that I was. Virginie was my bridesmaid, and I think she was more nervous than anyone!
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My father, Virginie, and I left in the car for the church, and we arrived exactly on time.
It really was a miserable day, and so cold. But on going into the church, I forgot all about the weather. That aisle! I wondered if I was ever going to get to Peter who was waiting at the other end of it. But, somehow, I did.
The aisle, the organ, and the music - it was all a big thing for me and very emotional. Even my bouquet of camelias was shaking, and instead of looking at the people in the church, I kept my eyes on the ground.
It was funny when Peter and I had to go and sign the register. Just my parents and my sister were supposed to come with us but the whole of my family came, too!
There were tears in my mother's eyes as we signed. And in my sisters', too. It made me sad to see them crying.
The return walk down that aisle was much better, with the relief that it was all over. It was funny, though, because apparently we walked much too fast! We must have been almost running.
I was not completely 'me' until we were in the car and driving away from the church. Only then did I realise that Peter and I were man and wife! I was very happy.
The reception was at Les Ambassadeurs, but there were so many people to talk to that I did not have the chance to be with Peter. We had a dinner party for our families at the Dorchester Hotel later.
At the reception, Peter thanked everyone for coming to the wedding. He thanked his best man, Mickie Most, and Roger Chastel. And then he thanked my mother for bringing me into the world!
I thought that was nice.
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