Archive for September, 2008

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time for some time travel.

September 11, 2008

Firstly I’m very very glad that work said not to bother coming in at all until Monday. They have given me the option to extend that but having not been in work for a whole month, by that point, I think I’ll want to get back in to the swing of things.

I’ve got a lot on my mind. I’m managing it how ever I can and having some time at home with the cats is helping. Yesterday I tackled what I could visiting the post office and getting my passport off to be changed. Then going to the florists for what was more painful than I expected. I had no idea what flowers to get. In the end I found some and paid up. They will even take them to the funeral directors for me.

So to lighten things up a little and to get my head in to remembering the good that happened this past month I invite you in to a bit of time travel…

Wed 13th August

I picked up my wedding ring on Wednesday lunch time. It is beautiful. (which reminds future me I don’t think I have a photo of it.)

Thursday 14th August.

why do the most bloggable things happen when you say you’re going to have to have a break from blogging.

Di had been on holiday all week but had said that she would hold my dress for me until my wedding day. I went to pick up the dress from the lovely Rebecca Spragge and transfer it to Diane. I forgot to take her address after work and although I’d been there before I could not remember the way. I got the dress in my car and called Di, she did not answer. I waited about a little and tried again. Di called back a short time later and said she would meet me. I waited in the Co-op (small supermarket) car park with the dress in my car. Just to make sure you understand why I’m blathering so much about this, it ended up very bizarre, and you need to know that I have a Honda civic, 5 door hatch 1.8 petrol in silver. Its a lovely car. Di turns up about 15 minutes later in her car. We begin transfer of dress from one car to the other, then stand back and giggle. This is because her car is exactly the same except hers is diesel. They look the same, even the same colour. I just felt very odd indeed hanging about in a shop car park transferring a wedding dress in to an identical vehicle. Just a moment I wont forget.

I went directly from that to knit night. It was lovely to see everyone and it went too quickly. I really enjoyed having the time to chat with Bonnie Blue, now I at least I’ve found someone who is quite a lot like me. Getting married this year, knits, lives in Norwich and blogs! YAY!

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about time I said something

September 9, 2008

I’ve got blog posts all backed up from the honeymoon. I wrote most of it down so that I would not forget. It has helped.
The good news is Scotty and I are safe and well and we had a wonderful break and got good tans and generally lazed about like honeymooners should. I have some seriously bad news and although it can be classed as good news at the same time it has shed a whole new light on the whole wedding and honeymoon that have made mine completely different to everyone else, and made it in to almost a fairytale now which is still hard to take in.
Mum was there for the wedding day. I made sure everyone was relaxed by being the most relaxed and happy I could be, making sure nothing phased me and therefore everyone else would take my lead in enjoying moments with people you care about. I’ll go as far as to say, one of my crowning moments, I handled it, made it special for everyone. Especially mum as she was forced in to a wheelchair and could not help me set up. All she could do was watch me achieve it all on my own, but with the biggest smile I have ever seen. She was proud of me.
Then we went away, all seemed fine except by the Tuesday dad called and let me know Mum had to go in to hospital. I was told to stay on holiday and wait for more news. By Thursday I tried calling again and could only get “its really not good” from my brother. This spoke more volumes because I knew he did not want to upset me but by being less descriptive I could read what he meant. At 00:10 UK time on Friday 29th August, mum departed. Entirely not ready for it and wanting to be here. Dad gave me the call around 15 minutes later. It was a rough night. Since then I was told to stay on honeymoon as coming home would not change anything. Dad picked us up from the airport just this Saturday and we had to talk about some of the more difficult parts of sorting it all out. He has it all in hand.
I may have to go in to more detail later but as you can see, for now its a bit painful and although we had a good time I still am very confused as to the right thing to do. I may have to take a slightly longer blog hiatus so that I can look back on the time with a little more sweetness and a little less sorrow.

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we’re

September 7, 2008

home. I’ll expand later.. still got lots to do.