Only one more week to wait!
And then it’ll be time for Six Nations rugby 🙂 [highlight to read]
This is the kind of thought that keeps me going on cold Edinburgh mornings, standing on the side of a windswept street being ignored by people (ignored because they don’t want a newspaper, not because I’m a bad person or something). It’s surprising how much time can pass when you’re imagining the different potential combinations in the England backline, or what it might be like to have Lesley Vainikolo running at Shane Williams.
But I digress. It’s one week ago I was going to talk about.
Last weekend, Maria & I were ‘down south’ (Scots don’t like saying things like ‘in England’), thoroughly enjoying the wedding of our friend Joy to a nice Lancashire lad called Ben. The service was genuinely fab – gospel choir, original vows, Tom giving away his sister etc. – and the reception even better.
In our invitations it mentioned that Joy & Ben would love people to contribute ‘something’ (eg. a song, poem etc.) to proceedings, so we volunteered. After the first few turns (inc. an operatic soprano, a limerick, and a comic father-of-the-bride poem) it was seeming like rather a rash decision, especially with Maria feeling ill. But we went ahead: we sang Natural Woman (me on guitar & vocals, her on piano), and then halfway through Maria left the stage to dance. She was BEAUTIFUL.
And then, just to cap a really lovely weekend away, we went for Sunday lunch with Jono & Emily West, of whom we are big fans – they make us feel really good. Love them.