Rob

Poor lad, Rob looked worn out (death warmed up, as we used to say in Yorkshire) after his wedding yesterday. We had the stragglers back to our place which had just about survived an overnight deluge. We gave them pork pies (imported from Yorkshire) and cheese. Marvellous weather for the wedding itself and mostly fine today but for the odd downpour. It was a brilliant do. Ashamed to say I blubbed during the speeches, bursting with pride for all the boys and excited about gaining a daughter. Vicky sang and her musical friends rocked away the evening for us with their sensational band.