I'm looking forward very much to writing the post about the wedding day. I'm sure I'll want to record more than three things. Katie-who-I-used-to-live-with has kindly agreed to sort out pictures for that post, and ensure it goes live while I am running around squealing with excitement about being addressed as Mrs Law, and going away on honeymoon. She blogs over at League Against Boring Lunches, so I know the post will be in safe hands.
What I really wanted to talk about, though, is the week of the honeymoon. I'm going to take a break (my first in more than five years). I hope you will understand the reasons for this decision:
- A honeymoon is to us a time for the couple to get their heads around being married, away from their family and friends. It seemed to me a bit hypocritical to ask for that privacy, and then to publish descriptions of what we are doing.
- We also wanted the week to be about Clare and Nick as a family, not about Clare-as-a-writer, and laying aside 3BT seemed an excellent way of saying this.
1. Taking the kitchen chairs out on to the drive so we can eat our lunch in the sunshine.
2. A father walks his little girl, who is riding 'the wizardest pony on earth'. It's neat and black, the perfect size for her, and has been groomed until it shines as brightly as Nick's shoes after a session with the boot box.
3. We watch a National Geographic documentary about Entelodonts: giant carnivorous pigs from 30 million years ago.
Picture of Entelodont from Wikimedia Commons