Up The Farway Tree

Nearly recovered..

I got back from the wedding down south last night. It was actually in Suffolk, but we flew to Stansted airport on Friday morning and hired a car from there, which was probably the easiest way. We arrived at the hotel mid afternoon and caught up with some friends for tea and scones :-) In the evening we went over to another hotel to catch up with other friends who hadn't been able to book into our hotel. I had been trying to organise everyone so we could stay together, but there were only 10 rooms in the hotel (it was a tiny village!) so only 7 of us managed to get booked in, and another 3 had booked into a different hotel nearby. Perhaps they should count themselves lucky because on our way into the hotel this strange old man standing outside said to me "You're not staying there are you?! It's got ghosts and everything!" Luckily there was no evidence of ghosts or ghouls and I managed to sleep with the light off ;-)

The wedding was our friend Chris', who shared the big flat with us all at uni (the one I talked about when I went to the wedding in April) so it was great catching up with everyone again - the last time most of them saw me was in April at Anna's wedding, a few weeks after my false alarm, and the week before I got my transplant. I think they could probably see a big difference!

On the day of the wedding we all met for a bite of lunch then got ready and drove over to the church for the ceremony. Thankfully the sun came out at last, after the continuous rain since we arrived. It was a lovely wee church overlooking the sea and a lovely setting for a wedding. After the service we left the cars at the hotel and got a taxi to the reception - which was in a marquee in the grounds of the bride's parents house. We had drinks on the lawn and then settled into the marquee for a lovely meal and some dancing! The band were amazing and it was great being able to have a wee dance!! I did manage one dance at the last wedding but was still sore from the surgery so couldn't really join in much. This time I was able to dance away to my hearts content - the shoes were even removed at some point ;-) They were extremely silly 3 inch heeled sandals that I could barely walk in though - in the past few years it hasn't mattered because I have always stayed sitting down, but I forget how punishing it was on your legs and back to try and totter about in such shoes. Must pack an extra flat pair for my friends wedding at the end of this month, as those red shoes are mighty high!

We had a bit of a panic towards the end of the night when we realised that every taxi firm in the local area was fully booked- all collecting people from the wedding. In the end, my good friend Nic, did three runs in her car to get us all home. What a wee star!

We got back at tea time yesterday but headed through to mum and dads to pick up wee Seb. He was rather excited to see me, which was unexpected but very nice. Of course mum gave us some dinner (which was NOT our ulterior motive for going last night). I think I am just about recovered now, having had a rather long lie this morning but my legs are still sore from the dancing haha!


It was hard to get some photos I like because I think I look steroidy in most of them. Oh how I hate the fact steroids make your face round. I guess most people think it looks healthy or something. Anyway, here are a couple of better shots and one of Andrew in his kilt.. (again, I haven't added any of the bride and groom because I didn't ask permission - always a bit paranoid about putting other people's photos on the internet without their knowledge!)