All things considered, I think yesterday went okay. I mean, Julian emerged from the day having married Sally, no-one got hurt and I figure that, having burned through 8 rolls of film, there’s got to be at least one or two good pictures in there. I’ll be dropping them in to Jessops for Vicky to develop, print and stick onto a couple of CDs tomorrow.
Children, though? Right pain in the arse. And also, what’s the deal with having a no-alcohol rule at a wedding reception? I mean, okay, the Bride’s family requested it, but still. Thankfully, there was a bottle of wine in the fridge at home which the missus and I polished off when we got home.
I lieu of doing something properly romantic, I’m taking Naomi to see Juliet Turner tonight at the Life Cafe. It’s slightly surreal taking your girlfriend to see the sister of someone she knows from her hometown.