So here I am in my spiritual homeland - Cheadle - tapping away while my sister's on the phone and my nineteen month-old niece is wandering around demanding more Incredible Hulk yoghurt.
What a weekend: a holiday-ette in SW15: A made me fabulous Putney roasted vegetables and pan-fried tuna on Friday night, and then I had my first earlyish night for ages. Saturday, we slobbed around - some - and then walked along the river to Barnes, I slipped into something more comfortable - my party outfit - and went to J and S's wedding.
They both come from outrageously musical families, so there was much musical accompaniement to a very spiritaully uplifting service. Something I'd not seen before: after they each said "I do", the Mininster asked the congregation of familiy and friends to support them in their marriage, and we answered a rousing "we will".
Afterwards, in the Wetlands Centre, a reception followed by a perfectly cooked and served meal; a great table of interesting, American-style people, and one of the best sets of wedding speeches I've ever heard. Oh, and two potential work leads, can you believe.
I got back home on a real high: sharing friends' life-changing, special days is incredibly exciting, and I felt like I was part of a very unique community of witnesses.
Oh, I'm just getting so sentimental in my old age.
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