Bridezilla in waiting?

Chad and I decided to get ‘civilised’ last February when we went away for a long Valentine’s weekend away in Copenhagen. So after of year of not doing much about it we have decided to seize the moment and 29 August this year is the day. We have a venue, a great place in Hampstead, and we have got the ball rolling on all the other bits. I am now really excited about it.

I have been to so many weddings in my life, I reckon approaching at least one hundred. Being the son of a vicar (and having once dated a hairdresser) I have been invited to many. I have also been a sounding board for many a future bride or groom over the years. So now it is quite weird making decisions (and having to think about paying) for our own.

Hopefully neither of us will turn into Bridezilla – the scaly green monster with no perspective that terrorises those around them in pursuit of the day perfect. Watch this space...

Multi-tasking hell

Just had a total XY moment while popping out to get my lunch.

I was mid purchase at the till in Prêt when a friend called. Instead of saying “can I call you back in two minutes” I carried on talking.

While still talking on the mobile I proceed to a newsagent to buy a magazine. I then get my hand stuck in the bag with my sandwich in, drop my wallet and swipe my glasses off my face which arc across the shop and have a cushioned landing in a box of Walkers crisps.

I then tell my friend that I need to hang up and I will call her back as I skulk out of the shop with three customers and the shopkeeper all smirking at me.

I am living proof that men, while apparently doing multiple things at once are in fact kidding themselves. Dangerous thing my lunch run!

Babies in the crèche...

Chad and I had to drop Tiggy and Sophie off at the cattery today. We have building work starting tomorrow for three weeks and they will freak out with all the noise and general stress. We have also been informed that this is a good decision because all the dust might cause them health problems with their eyes and lungs.

It is really bonkers how guilty we both feel - like sending kids off to boarding school I imagine. You know it is going to do them good but neither the kids nor the parents really like the idea of it - well not these kids or parents anyway! As I am sitting here typing I really miss the fact that one of them is not trying to walk over the keyboard. I didn't awake to four eyes staring intently at me waiting for breakfast which weirdly I miss.

They are in a 'penthouse' for three weeks, will get their nails done and will be looked after by very attentive staff - sounds like a good holiday to me. I have convinced myself that it OK. A bit too much anthropomorphic projection I hear you cry. Yes probably true but these cute little moggies are like our babies (friends refer to them as our gaybies) - which unless you are a cat lover you probably won't understand.