Weddings

It's Monday morning and I have been wondering why we get most stressed about the events that lead towards our happier future. Weddings in particular.

There really isn't all that much to a wedding, two people who love each other enough to want to be together, meet with family and friends and make the announcement. Then there's the assistants to the announcement, who all must be dressed appropriately, holding the right kinds of flowers. And the photographs, so the day can be remembered. And the meal and cake and balloons, and fireworks, and music, and wine.

Yes, now it all becomes clear.

Too much wine.

Louise's wedding was lovely, a short service with a light sprinkling of religion. The girls looked lovely in thier dresses, it was worth all the effort in the end. Now Louise and Phill have been wisked off to the other end of the country for thier honeymoon. And I can, in theory, relax.

But then there's our plans to move. Something that Adam and I both want to do, so that we can be happier in our environment. The cats will have somewhere nice to run, and we can finally be out of the city. But theres the minor renovations to the house we are leaving, and organising storage while we try to sell the house, and finding the right place to move to, and mortages, packing, whittling the tat, and having people tramp through my house to see if they want to buy it.