I seem to have lots going on at the moment. My brother and his wife have just moved to Spain so I’ve been helping them out. I’m going tomorrow for a couple of days to help them move into their new home. They’re like a couple of kids with new shoes, I like that. Some friends got married in the summer and recently got their photo’s back. They’re terrible. I went round to mop her up and see the photo’s for myself. She’s right, having spent a LOT of money you don’t expect to see badly taken photo’s with tops of heads missing. I’ve offered to take them away and play around with them in photoshop. I didn’t expect to be handed all two hundred though! Oh well, that should keep me out of trouble for a while.

Other friends are getting married in a few weeks, (Must be something in the water) and knowing how good we are at organising these things (snort) they’ve roped us in. Jenny popped round the other evening to give us a private viewing of “the outfit” and asked if she could leave it here seeing as she’s getting ready here on the day. Something which had never occurred to me before (for obvious reasons) is that women’s clothes don’t fit into men’s wardrobes. Our wardrobes have two rails, one above the other, for shirts and trousers and therefore the outfit wouldn’t hang in them. The only place it could go was behind the bedroom door. I know my cats, they’d love to climb up this new toy, so they’re banned from the bedroom for the next three weeks. They spent the whole of yesterday on patrol outside the bedroom.

As if having the whole household on outfit crisis alert wasn’t enough, Jenny’s given me another little job. She’s bought this thing, I don’t know if it has a name but it’s basically a bundle of unnecessary fluff, feathers and petals. Part of it is going to be pinned to the outfit so that that little thing the rest of us recognise as gravity doesn’t interfere with the way it hangs, and the rest will go into her hair. “So you’re asking me to spend a couple of days painstakingly taking this thing apart and then reassembling the bits into two things?” “Yup.” Oh well, it looks like I’m going to be kept out of trouble for the foreseeable future.