so invitations went out today and we started looking at places for the reception. So far, La Fiorentina, Ramada Jarvis (hmmm), the Lighthouse or the Piping centre look good, dependingon the numbers that we get back from the invitations

Monster inLaw still being a pain. She has taken the "liberty" of helping and started looking for wedding dresses for me. Thats right folks, because "Im the closest to a daughter she'll have". Help me. Even though she is well aware that Imgoing for seperates "But I've discovered that you can get seperates" yeah I KNEW that, thats why Im getting fucking seperates. Paul looks like he's sticking with the kilt idea and he's getting dispatched to the airdresser next week for a haircut to givehis hair timeto recover from the shock...

We've also been informed that we need a photographer (we were just going to arm people with dispoable cameras and let them record the day in thier own way) and shes also given us feedback on the places that we would like to book. Which is nice... not

so Ive taken the stance of listening but not actually taking any notice. Me and Paul have came up with the idea of giving her a job to do and letting that keep her occupied. Nightmare.

Away for a Horlicks with a hefty shot of baileys stirred in. Ahhhh night time bevvy