Summer … winter … summer … winter…
Wow, massive thunderstorms in the morning. Hail in the afternoon. Showers in between. Almost enough to make you want to stay in bed all day.
… and now a rhetorical question for all you motorists out there: If there was a straight, empty stretch of road, with free parking available along the entire length of it, not one other car in sight, and no restrictions anywhere, would you park across the cycle-path entrance, or would you park somewhere else? (Please forward your answers to the idiot who this morning chose the former)
This evening’s rather scary event was a visit to see a wedding celebrant — after weeks of flicking her business card back and forth between us, Jo had more courage than I and called up to see her.
Marg has been recommended by a friend — sitting talking with her brought us suddenly down-to-earth and reminded us that we’re getting married, so far everything has just seemed like large-scale event planning. Nothing too earth-shattering, but both Jo and I had a few moments of butterflies… Marg seems a delightful person, she talked almost non-stop for the hour we were there and had so many suggestions and comments that we were completely overwhelmed at the thought of being able to ask questions!
To celebrate one more mile-stone completed, it was back to Via Ponte for dinner, yet-another of their wondrous pasta dishes, the problem being which to choose!
