Remember when I confessed that the title of this blog was a lie? I've now at least partially rectified that. As of last weekend, I'm now most definitely somebody's husband. Getting married was much less stressful and much more fun than I'd imagined it would be. Now, after taking a week away from the world of plans for some much-needed honeymoon relaxation*, it's time to uphold the other half of the deal. The flights are booked, and we have just three weeks to pack our life into boxes and suitcases, tie up all the loose ends and leave the country. It still doesn't quite seem real. So much to do.
*You may well be wondering, just where do you go on honeymoon when you're about to up sticks to the tropics? Obviously, you go to Glastonbury. What better way to soak up as much as possible of this country's culture before we leave, and to bask in the glory of it's lovely countryside. Thankfully, the weather gods agreed for once. A wonderful few days, and a fitting goodbye to the green grass of home.
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