Wedding Dances and Bacon Rolls

Amanda, Tony and I all took turns for the shower, obviously trying to get three people in at the same time was gonna be tricky so we scheduled, I would recommend this, although being short I would have had the best air supply being closer to the ground, where as those two would have been fighting to breath being as their heads are in the clouds.

So we were all pretty when Lainey arrived followed swiftly by James and Susan, we all made our way to the buses which were waiting to transport us to the wedding of Sam and Louise, it was a very slow journey for some reason, known only by the the driver I would say, but we arrived and we were greeted by an array of people spilling out of the doors and into the car park, we fought our way through and headed for a table, obviously closer to the downstairs bar, and the ladies toilets, it's always good to keep them close to your table.

The girls looked gorgeous Sam in her beautiful wedding dress, all corseted and billowing, Louise looked equally stunning in her suit, and they both looked so happy, although when I caught up with poor Sam she was bustling at the heat and had already slipped off her pretty shoes in favour of the comfortable ones.  The boys all looked amazing with their kilts, from Daddy John to Nico and Sean, and of course little Nico and the younger boys, there really is something about a kilt that just makes a man look handsome, not that those lot needed any help in that direction, the bridesmaids were stunning and everyone had enjoyed their day so far, the band kicked off with the Grand march and from then on the floor was never empty, Traffic was the band and they have always been a crowd pleaser. We danced the night away with only a quick break for bacon and sausage rolls, then it was back to the dance floor.  At the end of the night we said our goodbyes to the happy couple and the family and were sent on our way with wedding cake back to Turriff on the bus.  Even the lashing rain could not detract from our evening, nor could the spider climbing over Tony's head looking for a ride back to Turriff, poor Tony was getting slapped around the head by not only his wife but a lady from Peru, they eventually managed to dislodge the said spider and all was well again.

My last day in Turriff was whirlwind again, bags packed goodbyes done, and off I went heading back to the airport, it didn't feel like I had been home for five days it just went in a blur, but my time was filled with good friends, plenty of Indian food and my Grand Daughter Amelia and little Olly, I still didn't manage to catch up with everyone, there just isn't enough holidays for that so I apologise if I missed you, maybe next time.......

My Beloved collected me from the airport after a torturous journey home, the last leg of the flights was the worst, uncomfortable seats and painkillers in the hold! I really should have just drunk myself to sleep.... I was so glad to see My Beloved at Tel Aviv, and we drove home to Herzliya Pituach catching up on all that had been happening since we had been parted.