A consequence of working; the drag of writing up a blog entry which supports how great you are dwindles. I can't hack this social media necessity or have the will power just to write a few sentences it seems.
A year has flown since any last addition to this page, 50+ weddings in the bag and nor much else these days. When I have become quiet, I am still thinking about the next wedding day I am attending. Either that or boring my wife with the latest gossip about what our neighbours are up to. On one side the exploits of a retired teacher and an hour every fortnight with her gardener doesn't go amiss. Especially as it's only a terraced house back garden. The other has an outdoor pet rat judging by the droppings on the messy patio.
I need to get a life.
I am trying to hit a white ball around a golf course as a form of escapism, and it nearly works until the next lost pricy ball hits the bushes.
Justifying my day by seeking out new backgrounds to wedding couples who will be married there.
Now waiting for that Spring burst of work, daffodils come and go, the next cup of tea.