Judging from the lack of activity on this here blog you could be forgiven for thinking nothing much has been doing recently. But you would be wrong. Since I last posted an entry we have been all over the place in a flurry of driving and the occasional stop. Let me start from the top.
I last blogged from the master of ceremonies’ house. Since then we spent a couple of nights Chez Molland (he is the best man you know), we then showed by soon to be in-laws around the wedding venues and were present at the meeting of the parents over lunch. This all went surprisingly well. The next day we met the registrar (you can call her Wendy) and took completely the wrong road from Exmouth to Lymington to see the photographer. We had arranged to see him at 3pm but because I took us on the picturesque A30 (as opposed to the much faster A303) we got there at about 5. It didn’t help that the New Forest show was on the next day either. Anyway, we met the man, had a chat and decided that we were are all lovely. Have a look at his web site if you don’t believe me.
From there we journeyed to sunny Poynings, home of the family Lewis. The ladies spent the next day being pampered and I skulked around Brighton. This was followed by a restful day with the kids. We then went back to Devon, had a meeting with the chef at Woodbury Park – the wedding breakfast menu is looking good – and SWMBO had a trial hair and make up run. So far, so good.
We then didn’t go out on Friday night in Exmouth. A personal record for those who are interested – the first Friday night I have spent there without going to the pub.
Next stop was back to Poynings so that we could babysit whilst Julia and Nigel went to a karaoke party. The next day we drove to Reading, where I got to go to my first Perry family luncheon. There were five children running around so I got drafted in to various football matches and military campaigns. Luckily the lunch was very nice and plentiful so I got to replace the calories that I had used up.
After that we dragged ourselves to London, where we are staying with Bobo’s elder sister and have spent the day shopping in the west end. I now have a shirt for the big day and my ensemble is complete. Marvelous.
The only footnote is that whilst I was shopping for my shirt, I got the assistant at T & M Lewin to measure me. It turns out I have been wearing shirts that are a whole inch too small in the collar. No wonder they pinch a bit.