So much to say today but as I am lying in the dark, my fat pregnant fingers trying to correctly touch my IPhone, as the urge to blog is overwhelming, the content will likely be messy and incorrect.
Married, am I! The ceremony was strange to say the least. Very "not us." Surreal like we had both woken up in Royston Vasey. We giggled through, well I did, trying hard to keep it together. The boy looked like he was going to keel over at one point, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as the colour drained from his face. But he stayed upright and managed to consent to becoming my husband.
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