The bathroom that came with the house is being ripped out today. It’s going great, but the house looks like Henry the hoover has vomited up his lunch.
Oh and by the way, we bought a house!
Category: Family
Peds in the Med
Last night a plan had been formulated.
Man-Mer-Monster-Maid
The night ended at 3 am with us staggering back up the hill other drunken English lads were rolling down. We had decided to end on a high and not drag it out into the early hours. I stuck with David, maintaining my oath to ensure he wasn’t getting into any trouble or hurt only a few weeks before the Big Day. Other lads carried on the night and next morning , barely made it down to breakfast in time. They looked rough as heck and were not in a good way for today’s activity.
Magaluf Mash-Up
As the Best Man, I have 3 jobs.
- Get the Groom and Ring to the wedding on time and in one piece.
- Deliver a funny yet scathing speech
- Organise the Stag Party
Number 1 and 2 were a long way off back in January when I was planning number 3 on the list. Davids friends are…. (searches for an accurate but minimally insulting description)…. a roudy bunch. It was soon settled that a suitably roudy trip to Magaluf was in order. After some planning, booking, herding cats, scheming and bribing, the trip was on.