So happy together?

Advert on Freecycle this morning:

Heading: OFFERED: One husband, totally useless.
Details: As the title says. Can prob make his own way there.

I'm so curious about what he's done - or not done!

Going to the chapel of love

It was a very lovely wedding. The bride (as is compulsory) looked gorgeous. The groom had scrubbed up well. The weather pulled its finger out at the right time, and everything was perfect. I've never seen two people so very happy and totally in love as Nelly and Tammy.

As usual, clicky the piccy for bigness. Stu's will be very much better.

It was thought a good idea to label the participants in case anyone got confused.


One of the beautiful bridesmaids



The rain stopped at just the right time.



Phew! Mission accomplished!



Thank you both for inviting us to share your perfect day. :)

Sweets for my sweet

It's just wrong. So very wrong. In so many ways. Pizza is bad for you. It's full of fat, it's overflowing with calories, it blisters the roof of your mouth and it sends your cholesterol through the ceiling. Chocolate is (mainly) bad for you. It's high in fat and sugar and rots your teeth; but on the plus side it stops you murdering so many people. (Did I say that out loud? Oops.)

I have pizza. And I have chocolate. It's a chocolate pizza. Yes, a pizza made entirely of chocolate.



It's rather yummy.

But you aint got a dime, theres no time for the phone

I've heard of ouija boards and unconscious writing, but never receiving messages via the bath. Someone or something has left, in hair, the word 'Iran' by the plughole. Now I need to know what was the question, and who asked it.



*can't wait till the bathroom's updated*

Friday night and the lights are low

Abba was one of those bands whose music everybody liked, even though at the height of their fame it was terribly unfashionable in certain musical circles to admit to it. The songs were crafted with stereotypical Scandinavian professionalism, which although it sometimes made them slightly clinical they never seemed to fall into the 'churned-out soul-lessness' trap that other successful bands have succumbed to. So when friends suggested getting a gang of us together and going to an open-air performance of Abba music at Warwick Castle, performed by the English National Orchestra and cast from the stage production of Mamma Mia, (bring a picnic) we thought it'd be great fun.

They certainly wrote some great songs; we just hadn't realised just how badly they could be performed! If those singers were more than understudies it made us very glad we've never travelled to Town to see the stage show. Still, the picnic was good and we met some nice people there, some of whom had decided to get totally into the spirit of the thing and dressed up as Abba members (several OS Agnethas!)

The driver of the minibus that took us there was extraordinary. He didn't really know where he was going, he didn't get out of 2nd gear (but didn't go fast enough to strain the engine) and every time someone spoke to him he slowed down to reply. Not a natural multi-tasker! We were pleased that it was a different driver for the return journey ... but I'm not sure he was thrilled because by then we were well into singing. Not Abba stuff - Beach Boys, Monkees and rugby songs. It was difficult singing the harmonies because of the challenge of working out what key the melody was being sung in. All of them, I think! It was great fun going out as a group so it wasn't a totally wasted evening.