This is more an update than a post. You might think I share a lot here on my blog, but I bet you didn’t know I’m off to a wedding tomorrow. Or that it is a plane ride away? Or that I am having a complete breakdown. It’s 11pm, I’ve just checked in, booked a train ticket, and finished packing. Oh yes and after much wondering I am wearing a dress, and heels!
The wedding is not until Saturday, so we have a day to wander around. Hurrah you say, that sounds lovely, just you and your other half. Childfree. However due to rotten plane timetabling we leave our house tomorrow morning at 5 am and arrive possibly wrecked at 8 am. As it is a wedding, my husband will be carrying his suit, and both of us have pull along cases, which always, rightly or wrongly, remind me of dorky school goers. Tonight as I did a last minute check of everything, I discovered that we cannot check in until 3 pm. Imagine? We will be arriving in Cambridge approximately 9.30 am, and for the next five hours we will have to wander about viewing the beautiful sites, like two who were just let out of a home.
I already know the conversation. ‘I’m hungry’. ‘A city is a city’. ‘Where can we sit to watch the Ryder Cup?’. ‘What time is it now’. ‘I think we’ve been down this road a few times already’. ‘Stop annoying me’. ‘Why didn’t you book an early check in?’. ‘Feck off’. ‘You’re really annoying me now’.
Hopefully once we eventually check in and relax the day will begin to improve. Slowly the clann will arrive, and I have a feeling some of us will be a bit thirsty. Then after a further look about our surroundings, I believe some more drinking and eating will take place, and so it will continue.
I am actually really looking forward to the whole weekend. It is a major treat to get away, and to go to a family wedding. However my poor other half is not quite as thrilled. His football team, that he is an official of, (official what I don’t know, selector, minder, water provider, adviser, who knows) have been training since last November. Just as the beautiful bride walks down the aisle, the ref will be blowing the whistle to begin the semi final of the championship, starring his team. Later that day, at 5 pm an even greater sporting occasion begins. If we were in Ireland the shops would empty and the pubs fill. The replay of the All Ireland Hurling Championships will begin, (for those of you who have no idea what that is, take it from me, it is the fastest, most exciting and skilful game on the planet). For the uninitiated to miss this is sacrilege.
So all in all not the best weekend to drag a man away. However, I’m sure he’ll get over it, and I know I will.
Don’t miss me too much. I’ll be back with all the news, or maybe not. Slán.