I’m being dragged to a wedding next weekend. It’s one of Gareth’s oldest friends whom I’ve never met before – I am fairly certain that I’m only invited so that Louise can marvel at the female freak who can put up with the world’s most annoying man – but I made a cushion as a present, in the style of my picklepatch stuff-
They have three kids, so I put thier names on the back.
He better be nice to me next weekend. I hate weddings. I mean, I’d be happy enough to make presents and cakes as long as I didn’t have to actually go.