Fourth Time Of Asking

Monday is Son’s Wedding eighteen months late and at the fourth time of asking thanks to the pandemic. 

We have been concerned for a while whether my Mum would be up to going but we get her there in the end although L has to get her ready which makes us late. Once there my Dad proceeds to drink his way along the bar, well he has been locked down for a long time. 

We're not quite a late as Daughter, who has a bit of a saga with her +1's trousers that we won't go into but we're all there in good time for when the action starts.

It’s a good day with the wedding outside in amazing weather then a buffet tea, followed by roast lamb cobs for an evening feast alongside the disco where Son will only dance with L if it’s to Feeder.

We have decided not to stay over, so that we don’t have to put the boys in Kennels again as they are going in next weekend, so I do the driving duties and let L get sloshed (and dance madly to Feeder)

Then it's back to work on Tuesday and dog training where it’s tunnel aversion training for the Lad.

Wednesday I bike, meet my ex-colleague for lunch and then play tennis.

L meanwhile gets pinged as Son’s step-mother tests positive although we’re not sure if that’s where the ping came from. Oddly I don’t get pinged and I was sat next to her during the Wedding service.

Thursday I have a committee meeting and Friday I’m back on the bike. 

(Friday 10^th September)