A Norse

A norse & cart, to be exact.
There was a wedding in the church this afternoon and the bride arrived in style. Luckily, she was a little late as Bertie Bertster decided he'd quite like an adventure and decided to hot foot it down to the church to meet and greet the wedding guests.
A kindly soul managed to grab him and hand him back to me just as the bride appeared round the corner.
Our choir sang at the Infant School fete this afternoon which was a bit of a waste of time TBH. No one really bothered to listen to us and we were competing with some sort of noisy generator.

Pops and I headed into Saffron Walden after her drum lesson for a pizza. A very lovely evening with my girl who is splendid company. She really makes me laugh. It's nice to spend some quality time together.
It's hot, humid and sticky and we're due a storm. Should be fun!