As some of you know, Jems and I are getting hitched this year in June. This is good news.
As time draws on and we get closer and closer to that big day, my betrothed is becoming increasingly excited. I often catch her staring into space, tongue clamped between her teeth – doubtless she’s dreaming of me and how awesome I am. She’s a lucky girl.
Yet, it’s not all fun and games. We have decided to have the reception on the farm in one of the many barns. When I say this to people I get lots of ‘Oooooh, how lovely!’ Or I might get ‘Dude! That’s awesome man.’
Then I’ll show them the barn as it is now…
Or how about this one…
Then people have a very different response. Here are some of my favourites…
‘Shit, dude… You got a lot of work here.’ (My first words when Jems showed me the barn.)
‘Argh! Okay, okay… we got a lot of work here.’ (After Jems elbowed me in the ribs.)
‘……………………..’ (A silent stare, complete with gaping mouth. The old man has a way with words.)
‘You’re mad, quite simply barking mad’
‘A ha ha ha ha ha………..’
The thing is I know it’s a lot of work. It’s ours though. It means something to us, and we’ll manage. Only a few more weeks of solid graft. I mean if we work in shifts of say twelve hours each and don’t eat or go to the toilet (that be a waste of valuable time!) then I’m sure it will all come together won’t it? Hmmmm….
‘Jem’s hun? We need to talk….’
Nah, seriously. It is a challenge, but it’s one I’m prepared to meet head on. Who cares if it impinges on my writing time? I mean they’ll be another Bridport next year right? And the Black Library will have another submission window next year…
*Sound of quiet sobbing*
Okay, I have to go now. I have been at the farm all day again today and I’m fairly sure I stink like a beer shit.