My wife and I keep ourselves busy today. Yesterday, a funeral; tomorrow, a wedding.
My wife’s youngest son and his fiancee are getting married in Dereham tomorrow. My wife has made their wedding cake (three tiers), and has covered it in marzipan already. Today she is covering it in icing in preparation for decorating it – the wedding reception is not until Saturday evening, so she has a few days in which to get it right!
I am driving the groom and best man to the ceremony, so I need to make sure that my car is pristine. I spend the day cleaning cars – firstly my wife’s, and then mine.
My wife goes shopping for (amongst other things) some white ribbon to decorate the cars with. I fill the log basket, light the woodburner and vacuum downstairs. I’m now exhausted, my back is aching and I’m feeling fragile – must be time for a beer and some cannabis…
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