Well, the wedding went fine, beautiful bride, handsome groom, stunning weather, fantastic meal and a few free bevvies! What more can you ask for?

The Wife decided she wanted to go home as we were having our post-prandial coffee…

…What!! But…But…I thought we were getting pissed?? At least I thought I was getting pissed.

Anyway, long story short we were home by 9:30pm, sober and £45 lighter for a fucking taxi. If she’d said she wanted to go early I’d have abstained and driven home.

Well, the end of a particularly traumatic week - busy at work and running around after family like a blue-arsed fly!

We’ve got a big family wedding tomorrow so I had to pick up the Lassie from Glasgow and then head all the way back to Aberdeenshire.

Anyway I fully intend to get rat-arsed tomorrow - that’s what weddings are for isn’t it?

Got to go - The Wife is nipping my head about suits and ties etc - that’s the only downside to a good wedding as I absolutely fucking hate dressing up.