Before this last week, I hadn’t been to a wedding for years. LSW and I are just not in the right age group to be invited, although I suppose our sons may deliver on that score at some point and Middle Son (MS) seems to go to a wedding every other weekend. Anyway, this week I got to go to one!
It was the wedding of the daughter of one of Long-Suffering Wife’s (LSW’s) friends. I didn’t know anyone there apart from the mother of the bride but it was as lovely as weddings are supposed to be and we met some interesting new acquaintances. As very peripheral members of the wedding party it was good fun working out who knew and was related to whom, especially as it wasn’t straightforward.
The weather and the wedding location, just a few miles from us, were excellent. The itinerary started with the ceremony and, after the inevitable photo shoot during which LSW and I had a walk around the grounds (with LSW contending with high heels on the grass), there was a well lubricated lunch. There was then an interlude during which several attendees hoovered up the remaining lunchtime wine and LSW and I were able to slip back home for tea and a snooze. We then returned for the evening event amongst the now swaying throng for a buffet dinner of tasty, slow roasted goat.
The day was relaxed and it looked like everyone enjoyed themselves – some more noisily that others – and certainly LSW and I did. The event also gave me a reason to resurrect my suit, tie and cuff links which I hadn’t worn since I retired well over a year ago. It’s a good job I did keep one suit following retirement and, after a bit of dusting down, was pleased to find that it still fits.
One couple we met at the evening wedding event were able to give us some advice on holiday locations in the Balkans. We have settled on Split in Croatia for our next, short trip – squeezed in between vital football fixtures, LSW’s book group commitments and the village fete. If we like that, then we may try a longer break in the Balkans next summer or in 2020 (LSW’s big birthday year) in a villa to which we might be able to attract our sons for a family holiday.
It’s fun to be doing all this holiday planning. However, there is some nervousness for me associated with our Split trip in that we have left it late to book and so had to stray from the normal ‘boutique hotel’ type. The small apartment we have taken was effectively my choice. LSW normally gets her way on hotels so I’m going to be in trouble (“dead” was her word) if this one isn’t smart, comfortable and clean enough.
There was another interesting event this week….. We went to dinner with two friends in the village. They are innovative and creative and it is always inspiring to meet up with them and, especially, to visit their house, goats, chickens and garden. They run a small business called Hortus Heart and we always find what they have to say about nature and biodynamic farming fascinating even though it is outside our normal way of thinking. They announced shortly after arrival that there would be ‘an activity’ and my heart momentarily s tripped since I was dreading having to create something. It turned out to be an enjoyably therapeutic job of cutting the heads off a couple of sheafs of rye together. How I love tasks like that!
While on the subject of tasks, having finished the painting of the TV room woodwork as reported last week, I am now onto other long-standing items on my to do list. I finally did my tax return, applied a rather ‘Heath Robinson’ solution to fix some overflowing guttering and created a pile of chopped wood! These achievements represent a small dent in a long task list.
Chopping Wood: Before and After (Remarkably, Without Being Stiff Next Day)
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