We've both sorted out all our jags for the honeymoon. Any resemblence between my backside and a dart board are merely incidental. Dressmaker Marie is making a wonderful job of Sharon, Olivia and Edel's dresses. Sharon goes home for a final fitting on the first weekend of November. My kilt has arrived, but is yet to be collected from the shop.
I've survived the stag weekend and Sharon's Hen is all set for this weekend. Lock up your young nubile sons! John Lewis have informed us that the wedding list is now opened. They also frightened the living daylights out of Sharon by referring to her as Mrs S Wallace! Crikey! That was my mother's name!
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