When myself and The Blokey got hitched last October I was so incredibly excited and nervous that eating any of the buffet laid on by the hotel was an absolute no-no. This was a shame because we paid somewhere in the region of eighteen quid a head and it was dead posh [unlike my grammar]. So when my cousin got married last Friday in The Hamptons I made full use of the buffet facilities. It seemed the right thing to do. Especially when it became apparent that they’d stolen our first dance song, Chasing Cars.
How very dare they.
I know, it was silly of us to choose a song which would become the next Truly, Madly, Deeply, but really! It’s only nine and a half months since we danced [I say danced, but dance? Me? It was more of a shuffle] to it at our wedding reception. Pffft.
So we took some silly pictures with the disposable cameras. Silly pictures are always good. Unless they’re of toy frogs which crop up in almost every picture from one camera. As happened with one of our disposables.
Ack, I hate this weather. And so does Tabatha-Cat. We would like the weather gods to take note of our request to turn the thermostat down … some more rain [or even a thunderstorm] would be nice, ta.
please God bless this inconsequential xlog xxx Elsabeth