My friends Tim and Sophie got married today, and I'm sure they'll be delighted I'm marking the occasion with a blog post hastily composed on my phone because the Wi-Fi at this hotel doesn't seem to work properly.
It was a very nice wedding, all told. I know people always say that weddings are at least "nice" if not "beautiful" and "wonderful" and so on, but it really was. Taking place at Cain Manor, an old big house (remarkably similar to the one Tim grew up in) near Farnham in Surrey, the whole affair was pleasingly compact in nature — the ceremony started at 4, was over by 4.30 and after not too much milling around we were sat down waiting for dinner. An electrical mishap delayed the food a bit but even with that delay, it didn't feel like there was too much standing around doing nothing, which was a blessed relief.
Tim and Sophie also decided not to have an official photographer either, which meant there was no standing around waiting for all that shenanigans either. I was relieved about that — one of my least favourite things about other people's weddings is standing around in the cold while waiting for some person with a camera to finish shouting "Friends! University friends! Obscure cousins neither the bride nor the groom recognise!" Don't get me wrong, wedding photographers do a great job and I know several people who make a good living from it, but man, that waiting around is dull. I can only imagine what it must be like for the bride and groom, having to pull increasingly-false smiles as their fingertips slowly succumb to frostbite and they're surrounded by relatives they don't know the names of.
Andie and I are back at the hotel we're staying at now. It's about 4 miles away from the wedding venue, and is called The Devil's Punchbowl after the nearby park. It seems like a pleasant enough place, though it would be nice if we couldn't hear all the drunkards in the pub part of the hotel doing karaoke, and it would also be nice if the Wi-Fi worked properly. The room also smells like a dental surgery for some reason, but that's all right.
It's been nice to get away for the day. There's a super-stressful week coming up for both of us — I have jury duty and we're moving house. I also have to squeeze my usual work in somewhere! Still, I'm not thinking about that right now. Just going to have a nice rest and return to stressing out tomorrow!
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I'll withdraw the "What? No Comic?!!!" remark that was on the tip of my fingies to type! How the hell did you manage all that text on your phone? What kinda phone do you have? I know they are all mini computers these days, but that amount of text takesa a great deal of dexterity, not to mention dealing with the text-changing demon that likes to interfere the minute you stop checking what appears on the screen as you go. How cool are you?
I hope the jury duty doesn't impinge on your one-a-day blogging – that would be so unfair and we would all have to make a special concession for you, and ignore any missing days as not real days, that don't count.
And the packing will have to fit in around it all – you'll have to wrap things in your sleep. And a voice-operated puter taht will type your blog as you speak would be handy too. Or a secretary!! 😀