This has been a wedding weekend. My friend, Julia's son got married to his lovely lady yesterday, and it was a really beautiful wedding. Beautiful.
When the families toured the venue a year ago, it was a building site. Old barns were being converted, and believe me, the new event centre is stunning.
I am off now to the lunch. This seems to be a new thing. There is a lunch the day after the wedding, and this time, I can't be late. I have 76 place settings of cutlery in my car. One needs knives and forks if one wishes to eat. I will be back.
Well, what a lovely afternoon that was. As we sat out in the garden, a solitary Red Arrow jet did a fly past, much to our amusement. There was a BBQ, heaps of food - salads, quiches, bread, cheese and desserts too. I am now waddling. The rain stayed away, and we sat on the lawn, recapping our memories of the wedding, and there was much laughter and a great many half asleep younger ones. I gather the party went on till dawn. There was also much thankfulness for the fact that tomorrow is a public holiday. I am also thankful that I am no longer one of the younger ones. I never could party till dawn. I slowed down to a halt around 2am, I seem to remember.
Those days are long past. In fact, my friend, Linds, in NZ just sent me an email saying how she remembers us trying to ice birthday cakes until the early hours, once kiddies were in bed, and she (so kindly) reminded me of the one I threw at the kitchen wall which slid down behind my chest freezer. The memory was etched quite clearly in my mind already, thankyouverymuch. One of my finer moments of parenting.
On a totally different subject, Missy and her Mum could well be arriving tomorrow for the night. Or two. How exciting is that! I need to yank out the Dyson and instruct the resident son to put it to work in the morning. I wonder how they will like my new study and the nook........