Partying, Partaking, Pastries & Problems
The partying in the title refers to the wedding I attended last Saturday. It had been a very long time since I had been in a large gathering of people. I managed to successfully avoid all physical contact. It came naturally to me.
Some lessons had to be relearned however. Lesson One: Make eye contact with people. Lesson Two: Don’t maintain eye contact 100% of the time (or one will appear psychotic). Lesson Three: Don’t drink to excess, or one will suffer the consequences.
It took me until I was around thirty to learn the first two lessons, but I learnt the latter when I was fifteen. Unfortunately, I had forgotten it. I have since been reminded.
The dining marquee
My place. There’s nothing quite like seeing one’s name in print.
That’s the wine done with. Anyone else a fan of Limoncello?
The two metre plus best man striding away from what was a successful speech.
A Scottish cousin and his other half in celebratory mood. No, it wasn’t England failing to beat Scotland in the football that was the cause of their jubilation.
Now for the pastries. They’re Baklava. I ate the entire box last night.
Finally, a break from the rain. It was time to get some gardening done. The problem was I couldn’t remember which oil the flymow takes.
Could have sworn it was this one.
I was wrong.
