So… I have organised the engagement “do” for when my parents come down in a couple of weeks, and the caterer friend is doing the nibbles, the bouncy castle is cheaper than usual cos the chap who runs the company is a patient at my Clinic, the music was going to be the next headache but it turns out that “Escape into the Park” (big clubby thingy with LOTS AND LOTS OF NOISE) is on the same day so I’ve decided it’s pointless worrying about organising lovely noise because it’ll probably be drowned out anyway. I wonder if the poor souls who will be marrying in church just before our do in the Parish Centre have been warned about the noise? very little competes with Council-approved, mega-decibel, sponsored rave type things in the park! Started being upset and thinking about changing the date, but life’s too short. We will have a ball anyway, with or without the soundtrack of choice!
Dai is chasing the “2 or 3 weeks” jeweller in Cardiff, who now say hopefully by the end of the month. (This bit’s directed at Swansea-ites) So, if you see me in the next week and I’m not wearing it, please, for your own sanity, don’t ask me if I have my ring yet, or you’ll get the full brunt of a rant born of Dai’s frustration and impatience at wanting to make me official (very sweet) and my trying to tell him the actual rock doesn’t matter as much as what is real between us, but quite wanting it anyway, and David Edwards being very lovely but very slow, there are good reasons for the delay but still. Hmmph.
I have become a regular lurker on some scary wedding website bulletin boards. Partly it’s an insight into the lunacy that getting too het up about the day itself rather than the lifelong reason behind it seems to breed, partly it’s to steal ideas and mainly it’s to be able to talk, ask advice or let off steam about all things wedding without driving my real life friends here to complete distraction! I posted something on one of them about being nervous of starting the dress hunt on my own (a couple of good friends who had offered to be involved couldn’t by the time I’d made the appointments) and had some helpful encouraging replies saying despite all the advice about taking a girlymate for an honest opinion to go for it anyway, and I’m glad I did.
It’s been the wettest day in Wales since 1983. I was 6 in 1983. I am surprised I haven’t evolved webbed feet since living here, especially this week. So, what else could one possibly be expected to do? If you’re going to spend 2 1/2 hours trying on dresses in shops, surely a rainy day’s a good one to choose 
? The babe was happily otherwise occupied with Dai’s mum, Dai’s mum’s dog, and Dai’s mum’s dog’s rugby ball…
I met the boys for lunch and then we headed to Parkmill, the Gower Heritage Centre. BB loved watching the ducks and fish – we put all our 20ps in the slot til there was no more fish food and still he wanted to stay and watch them jump and flash their rainbow silver bellies in the rain. Much giggling and chocolate later, I think he’d forgiven me for abandoning him all morning.
Bank holiday plans depend entirely on the weather – I’d quite like to take in some of the Swansea show in the park but if it’s a lake, a swamp and a quagmire we might think again. Speak to you soon!
