The registrar opened a screen and clicked and typed her way down a list of questions. I was ‘giving notice’ of our intention to be married after a statutory 15 days had passed. It was the day before Christmas Eve.
‘Has either of you been married before?’ she said. (She was tired and distracted. So many elderly people had died in this recent cold snap, she’d told me earlier, she was run off her feet.)
‘No,’ I said.
‘Your partner’s full name?’ she said, fingering her mouse. For a split second, before it came to me, my mind was a blank. The registrar eyed me speculatively as she touch-typed.
‘And her date of birth?’
Cow Girl was Pisces, I knew that much. I knew because I’d checked in an astrology book to see whether Pisces women are compatible with Aquarian men.
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