The Wedding Arhythmia

No, before you panic - just relax, this entry has nothing to do with my heart.

It has to do with the way a wedding completely screws with your rhythms, your ways of doing things.
Got up this morning, jumped on the bike, did only about half an hour, intending to cover my cereal breakfast.

Then got in the shower and got clean. Sian, whose sister Rhiannon was the One In White Down The Front today, was travelling from Somewhere In England (did I mention I'm crap at georgraphy?), and had said she'd be in Merthyr for 10.30 so we could get a coffee before the wedding.

She arrived at 10 - before I'd had a chance to put my "breakfast" plan into operation - in search of chips and gravy. I took her and my goddaughters (who, I should like it put on record, must now stop growing immediately) for the said wodges of carb in animal juice, then Sian and I grabbed a coffeee at what is probably the best local coffee bar - Trenchers.
We hung out for a bit together, then it was time to get kick-started with wedding prep - Sian and the girls went to their hotel to get changed, I went to collect d from work, and head to Ma's so d could get ready. There, I managed a quick bowl of cereal before we headed off for the wedding itself at about 1.45.

There's something about churches, clearly. Every time I go into one, I lose my hat. We'd moved on to the reception by the time Sian texted me to say "Oi...I have your hat..." - luckily, Brianna, her elder daughter, had spotted it under the pew where we'd been sitting, and grabbed it. Thanks, B!


We waited for everyone to arrive, waited through the speeches, and eventurally tore into the buffet. Then the entertainment came out, and my ear nearly drove me stark raving bonkers. She was a singer with a powerful voice, who could probably have done a really good job without the microphone. With it, my deaf ear vibrated like a thoroughly pissed off cricket. I couldn't actually stand the pain of it very long...mainly cos I'm a wuss...and we made our way out.

Oddly enough though, we decided we were both still hungry, so we poped over to the local pub-grub place, the Dragonfly - which normally is quite kind to us, and skinflintingly cheap.

Tonight though, notsomuch. I abandoned my dry, fishy-smelling plaice and freezerburned peas, and d had only half of her gammon.

So although I didn't actually start eating till quite late in the day today, the actual gross intake of food is probably quite high, with only half and hour's biking to offset it.

Tomorrow, am pretty much bound to my chair all day...except for a couple of hours in the afternoon, when I'm going to watch a "community opera"...

...No, I'm not entirely sure either...

Nevertheless, hopefully, biking in the morning, maybe biking in the evening too, and lots of work - have a deadline Sunday morning which I'm still hoping to make.