So much to do, so little…

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So. We were in the UK for a month. We spent time with friends, attended a wedding, stayed in B&B’s and friends’ homes, went to movies, went shopping, did Touristy things (Tower of London, London Eye, Westminster Abbey, Legoland, and so on). Put over a thousand miles on Tobermory’s dad’s car. And somewhere in there we got married.

It was a busy month – there was only one day I can think of where we mostly just faffed about. So, from the beginning?

Tobes has learned that, if he’s delegated purchasing of the airplane tickets to me, he needs to doublecheck my bookings before we make them. The twelve hour layover in Brunei airport was possibly the longest twelve hours of my life that I can’t get back – nothing to do, nowhere to go, not even little luxuries like Western toilets* to use. As far as I’m concerned, my Friday that week was seventy hours long. I’d been up since 5am for work; stayed up until 2am when the flight went out; then spent 40 hours in transit. Landed in Heathrow on a Sunday morning, and stayed up until what technically counted as Sunday evening – although I very much doubt our mental state qualified as awake by that stage.

The amusement of the day was arriving at the in-laws, desperately in need of a shower, and broaching the topic of would they terribly mind if we showered together, because it would be SO MUCH EASIER to get rid of the disgusting airplane grime that way?

Father-in-law: “Are you married?”

Us: “… yes?”

F-i-L: “Exactly?”

Us: *blank, tired stare* *slow comprehension* “Oh!”

We showered together. They have one of those wonderful devices where there is a detachable head, an overhead-head, and six wall-mounted jets, all of which you can use concurrently or separately. Variable pressure, too. Bliss in a box. I want one.

The remainder of the first week is a bit of a blur. Somewhere in there I interviewed for my new job. I did wedding things – met the florist, the hairdresser, the caterers, the marquee people. Went to pick up Tobermory’s penguin suit from the suit-hire place (twice, because things didn’t fit quite right with the over-the-internet measurements, they rushed things in for us the day before the wedding). Shopped a little. Discovered the sweet shop. Did things around the in-laws property (which was the reception site). Tried to ensure that Tobes and his dad didn’t kill each other. Hauled my wedding outfit out of the suitcase, ironed it.

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