Wedding car at the ready.
The very happy couple. Sam has foolishly agreed to be Godparent to rug rat mkII and thankfully RRMkII did not barf on the wedding suit or dress when they gave him a cuddle.The apprentice was not happy at wedding, apparently yours truly's rendition of Jerusalem is not an X factor winner but even I was surprised that my singing reduced him to tears. Once free from the Church he wanted to engage in the activity every three year old finds irresistible at weddings, running across the dance floor and sliding on his knees. We managed to keep hold of him just long enough to get a family photo.
With the arrival of the bride and groom the festivities commenced. Self censorship means that photos of me dressed as Supergirl will not be published
and this very civilised interior was soon full of lots of people old enough to know better than to dress in illfitting fancy dress and get amongst the free beers. As I was designated driver this meant watching others drinking vast quantities of real ale and merlot whilst cheerfully sipping elderflower presse.
Among the many highlights of a lovely day was the apprentice taking a break from putting holes in the knee of his trousers and being given a drum lesson by the very nice band drummer. Little t seemed to get as grip of what was required very quickly and so impressed was very nice band drummer that he gave little t a set of drumsticks. Little t then demonstrated how much like his older sister who is also a drummer he can be by running out into the car park to practice with new favourite toys by beating out an impressive rhythm on assembled Aston Martins, Range Rovers and BMW's.
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Glad you had a good time. Next time we'll manage to meet up...
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