My new favourite sound is the pop of a champagne cork. There was lots of popping this weekend to officially celebrate the engagement of The Butterfly and The Penguin. Saturday saw 364 days until the wedding. Not even a little rain could damper our mood or the bonfire. Sarge’s best man has a burning twice year. Bits of wood and old furniture go up in flames in the name of friendship and film references. This time, we called it an…
And so, as I was saying, a few weekends ago, Sarge and I took Frodo-Bob ring-shopping. Maybe it was the complimentary champagne they gave us in the first shop, but the third ring I tried on made me cry. It was as if it had always been there. I (grudgingly) left it to traipse around other shops. But every other ring looked like costume jewellery. Which has its place, but not on your wedding finger. And there was no more…
29 February, 2012. 5.19 pm I left work to light some candles and change into a dress. The same one I wore for the first party Sarge and I threw together. 5.40 CJ kindly spent the evening in the living room so my PA could set a path of pebbles from the front door to the bedroom. I stayed put, with a cup of coffee and a candy ring. 6.01 Sarge texted to say he was doing Senior Software Geek…
