Saturday draws to a close and Sunday arrives

A pleasing day all in all despite the lazy start.

We were lazing in the pub drinking Stella and Guinness respectively when the mobile phone rang and suddenly a forgotten appointment came to light. What we had forgotten was that today was my wife's cousins 30th birthday and we were expected in SE1 at around 19:00 when we thought we had a totally free weekend. This was an acceptable setback for the weekend but we were in full lazy mode by this time and it took a herculean effort to get ourselves over to Bermondsey in order to meet the chauffeur (in-laws) and make the party. We made it in time only to find out that the chauffeur (in-laws) had been delayed due to traffic (from DA7 to SE1) so we ended up in the Gregorian pub on Jamaica Lane.

This pub was chosen not as result of recommendation or referral but purely out of necessity and I would recommend it to no human being (apart from Rupert Murdoch) who values their life or reputation. I found to be less threatening than the public houses of Aldershot in the decade of 1990-2000 but I still managed to have waved fists in my face before getting through one pint.

Made it out of the place in one piece and and headed to Links Community Hall a short way from Bermondsey tube station only to find that the 30th birthday cousin was also pregnant and had got married this very morning! I thought that my wife and I had got the cartel on secret marriages (more to follow on this) but now another couple have stolen our dream and made it there own. They tried to usurp us by adding pregnancy to the whole affair but we still maintain that we are the king and queen of 'edgy and cool' weddings to keep face.

The party felt like a parody of a disco but it was pleasing to find a free bar and I spent some time chatting to my grandmother-in-law who turns 90 this year. She is a fierce Catholic and like many older Bermondsey residents a bit of a living history book and I enjoy her company immensely. I suppose this modern and unbalanced world seems a bit scary to the best of us but being 90 years old it must seem less real than The Matrix seemed to our generation?

Made it through the evening unscathed and am now safely resting back at the PC workstation with a can of ale in hand and a livener on the side. Not a bad Saturday by all accounts and the fridge is now stocked with Goats cheese and sausages, while the top of the fridge hosts duck eggs and leeks.

As I type this post I see that Sunday is now upon us and I wish the Welsh readers of this page a happy St David's Day (Dydd Gŵyl Dewi) and hope that the lack of grand slam does not distract from the occasion.

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