  Still suffering, but I was a brave little soldier and ate some potato wedges yesterday. I'm still tired and have an incredible headache, so off to the doc's for a note. Mind you, I did violently vomit yesterday. Not due to illness, mind: "There could be no better club to join than Manchester United" Oh, you stupid twat, Smithy. Some twat, celebrating scoring against his new club. = We have paid for the reception! Get in. It actually came in under our estimated bill by a few hundred, which is a huge bonus. So, what will you be eating if you come? Melon - Lincolnshire Hog Roast OR Meditteranean Vegetable Tart - Apple Pie You'll get some free wine too, as well as champagne or Bucks Fizz before the meal. = Part of my brave little soldier routine yesterday was a trip to the White Rose Centre to pick up various gubbins.
So, now we have our honeymoon tickets, The Return Of The King on DVD, my suit sizes for Danny's wedding and I've bought my main present for my niece - a baby monitor, which also measures temperature and acts like a nightlight. The baby looks like it's got it's first year sorted out. There are piles of clothes, a pram, car seat, a modified baby bath, various cuddly toys and blankets all waiting in the future nursery/ current guestroom/ MY ROOM.
If the immediacy of my wedding isn't scary enough, Jo has been told that Imogen (it's stuck, I think it's final) is moving into the correct birthing position, which seems a bit soon with her not being due for 5-6 weeks. Mother already has plans to take an overnight bag and materniy details down to Spalding just in case. = A quick thing before I go - while the Academy were busy wanking themselves sore over Lord Of The Rings' art direction, costumes and visual effects, did they not stop and go "Hang on a minute, Sean Austin is a bit fucking good". Watching it again, how he did not get nominated, let alone win, Best Supporting Actor, is beyond me. 
