We’re into the closing stages; The countdown is now being measured in days. There’s been a shedload of talking through the finer detail and setting the final arrangements in stone but it’s not quite finished yet.
For a time, transporting our wedding guests around looked like it might become a problem. There are some big shows on at the same time and many local coach companies are booked up. Enter Steels Addingham to save the day! The pessimist in me says that there may be a reason why they had spare capacity but I’ve been more than happy with how they dealt with our rather unusual request to-date. So a thumbs up from me!
The suppliers are getting paid and there might even be some cash left over for the honeymoon.
We’ve both been amazed by the generosity of people buying items from our wedding list. We can’t say thank you often enough.
The Stag weekend has been and gone. There was lots of big boys’ toys with engines, war games & adrenalin, eating & drinking too much and finally, hangovers & sore heads. I think I got away relatively lightly apart from all the bruises (some brilliant rainbow colouring going on).
The best man and I thought we’d foiled the evil marshals’ plan of making us run the gauntlet of so many fully-loaded, fully-poised paint-ball guns, completely unarmed. Unfortunately for us, the sheets of plyboard we ripped from the plane’s fuselage to use as shields weren’t quite wide enough.
The whole weekend can be summed up in one word – Ouch!!