On Friday evening L and I went to a charratee ball. All dicky bows and posh frocks. L fished out one of her wedding dresses (she has two – one civil one church – I should note I was groom on both occasions). She looked amazing. Just like on our wedding day almost 8 years ago. looking down I noticed I was probably wearing the same suit. A photographer took a snap and we bought the photo. Sitting next to our wedding picture at home the only difference seems to be that I have a podgier face (I was a bit of a lump even back in the day).
An exquisite venue on a river bend in Dedham which is somewhere between Suffolk and Essex, we had splendid weather, excellent company and top scoff. I even bought a painting in the charratee auction. Getting the bugger in the car was the difficult job, leaving someone else to take the baby seat home. Just as well Yoda was staying with The Olds that night.
Ah, a night without the nipper. The shear splendid pleasure of staying out late and then just not getting up in the morning – at all. If only we had ordered a Saturday newspaper to read in bed.
Finally rising I tottered through to the bathroom and on the way looked into the spare room. There lying comatose on the bed sleeping off the night before was a 4 foot square oil painting of a sunset, framed in black.
What was I thinking? Well it will go well above the spare bed.
I hit the shower.