After having fixed a puncture yesterday, this morning I attempt
to top the air up in it but it goes down instead. Some of the valves on these
modern tubes are well dodgy but it serves me right, I should have left well alone.
Eventually I get it up but now I’m running well late. Particularly as I’ve got
some rain clouds to race.
L has been trying to source an appropriate card for the gay
wedding reception we are going to tonight. One that doesn’t feature the words
‘have a gay day’ or a picture of two sailors snogging on it. Eventually it's mission accomplished.
We drive to the wedding reception at Prestwold Hall. The 20
mile trip has provoked some amazingly expensive quotes from Taxi firms on
Cabmania, so we take our own car.
The reception itself is fine but is disappointingly like a normal
heterosexual wedding reception. I’m not sure what I was expecting but I had hoped
for something ‘different’. I certainly don’t want a normal wedding reception if
this fate ever befalls me. L seems to imply it might.
There’s no draught real ale obviously but they do have some
decent local bottled beers, so kudos to Prestwold Hall for that.
(Friday 18th July)
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