As my dearest mother has pointed out, I have failed to blog about my holiday in Sydney recently. The one where my brother finally tied the knot with his girl of some 2 to three years. I'll call him Weany (cause he is half my size but the elder brother) and I'll call her Stunna (cause she is one).
Yes, one week of fully paid apartment in Northern Sydney to enjoy some of the fruits of the sea and one evening of love, custom and a hell of a party. The other four days of keeping the kids under control was fulsome in it's tiring way. You see the wind was shocking so we couldn't get to the beach much. Even then the beach right out our front door was very rough and had blue bottles swarming.
The one day I did have a morning at the beach left me with buoyed spirits for the rest of the day.
But on the plus side I could hang out with my parents whom I love dearly and see Weany finally come to the realisation that it is all over and he can at last settle down whilst generally chilling the f*&k out. I won't repeat the little dummy spit he had at me and the other groomsmen before the reception.
But one of the best things of all was my lovely little string bean as the flower girl. She was in serious danger of upstaging the bride. Her hair, her outfit and above all her chirpy and vivacious demeanor set everyone to adoration. Especially Nan.
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You duty as groomsman was to take the role seriously and help me, i needed help and was expecting you to offer it instead of mucking around, hence the 'dummy spit.'
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