Wedding bells and cockle shells.

Today has been a proper Sunday, had a lay in, called a couple of friends with tea in bed, pottered around, wash loads, book in the sun, skype chat with my mum and the all important roast chicken. Lovely! A much needed restful day after my step sisters wedding on Friday, I went out for a strange cabaret evening and catch up with my lovely friend Elena on Thursday, so the early start on Friday was a little bleary eyed! Charlotte and Paul picked us up with MacDonald's breakfasts full of beans, we had a great journey down. Radio 1 was playing 90's summer classics in celebration of the Royal wedding. Char and I toasted the wedding at 11O clock with a can of pinot grigio-proper classy!

We arrived at the hotel, a big old beautiful house, got changed whilst catching a quick glimpse of Will and Kate, then chilled out in the bar with my Dad. White wine spritzer's with my beautiful sister were the order. Char gelled up Stu pots hair, which was funny and we got acquainted with the resident Parrot Bo Bo.

The service was really simple and beautiful. My step sister Lianne was a good half an hour late and Charlotte had us all crying saying how lovely Joseph had been when he went to see James's tree and bench. He thanked Paul for taking him there and said 'When I die I want to be buried next to Uncle James because its lovely.' Such a sensitive beautiful hearted boy.

After a quick civil ceremony which a beautiful smiley 7 month old boy chatted all the way through we went to the lawn for bucks fizz and photographs. I was the paparazzi, ( a trick I learnt from my Mum) which means there will always be some natural smiley photos.

The wedding breakfast was lovely, we had a fun table, with my Dad's best mates Pete and Kay, so plenty of laughter, not too many references to the Royal wedding, but some cheesy mugs and t-shirts and my Dad's star performance as Prince Charles in the Best man's speech.

The Prince Charles mask made some hilarious appearances on the dance floor later, especially when Paul did some runner man moves in it!

I had a fab time dancing, bit of Jackson 5 and Groove Armada with Stu and plenty of cheese with Char, especially enjoyed 'Everyday I'm shuffulin!'

Later on Char mistakenly fed Stu's rollie to the Parrot are friend Bo Bo to much laughter and horror as he ate it!

Yesterday I felt pretty rough, but had a jet air bubble bath and a huge full English which helped a lot! Ended up going to a May day celebration, the sun shine lured me to carry on, saw Backyard Rhythm Orchestra's first gig which was really uplifting, joyful bouncy music to hop along to in the the sun. I couldn't dance much as my feet were sore from silly shoes.But got to catch up with Paul Calver and Matt, with good chats and extended picnic. When I got to the allotment afterwards I realised the extent of the huge blisters. One of them was nearly half my foot. So the day of rest has been much appreciated and tomorrow an allotment celebration will be held in honour of my beloved house mate Clara May. :)