You know how sometimes when people are talking you're nodding and smiling yet yawning inside? Yesterday this happened to me. Trapped in a car with my in laws to be.

Don’t get me wrong they’re awesome people - Despite future mater calling me Petal. A term I despise with silent conviction. Methinks myself I’m more of a Bract.

Anyways - There we were - Toddling along and cursing the traffic. When out of the blue I’m asked the question - Where would I like to be married?

Only half listening and ten percent thinking I instantly said - Hoover Castle. I’m not even sure if there is such a place. But unbeknownst to you and them we’d just passed a shop selling Dysons.

Expensive - Oh My - Stop being a Putz! Filled the car in a tripartite trice. The latter from Hannah who sometimes lacks manners. Needless to say I recanted.

I jest - Says I - Suitably chastened. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Wherever you wish would suit me fine. Anyone fancy some lunch?

Five minutes later they’re inside a café while I’m outside puffing on ciggies. Hoover Castle taunts my brain - How could I be such a Yutz!?

A few seconds later it started to rain. Damn - I said - Then added Aswan!

Adam ... x