14th July – We’re going to a wedding this evening. Sue is getting married – she helps to train the dogs. And her fiancé obviously. I mean he is getting married too, not that she trains him, although knowing Sue I have no doubt that she does. It’s probably just the evening do – I’m not sure. I love weddings. I really love weddings. I love making small talk with people that I haven’t met. I love the discotheque music and the loud boisterous chap playing his records while shouting through a microphone, instructing everyone to get on the dance floor with immediate effect. No doubt I will adopt my usual position – in a corner at an empty table suffering a pint of John Smiths, or whatever other dubious fizzy beer is served, while ignoring the boisterous shouty chap.
Actually I suppose we had a loud boisterous chap who bullied everione onto the dance floor, and in our case he kept shouting instructions while you were dancing. But that was different. The band we had played music, not noise of a popular nature.
I worked last night, and so I am a tad grumpy already. Although obviously you will not have realised this.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
