Friday, 27 February 2009
...why does it seem impossible to reduce our wedding budget - there must be a way to save pennies somewhere? Perhaps we should just cancel it all, elope and bank the thousands that we'll save? Would anyone mind and would I regret it in the long term?
...does anyone else experience sherbert dip cravings at 11.15 on a Friday morning? (Sherbert dip + cough = highly probable death by asphyxiation - surely?)
...Isn't it rather lovely finishing work at 5pm in the daylight and being able to hear the birds singing all of a sudden?
...Will Mr Jones like the newly covered sofa?
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Monday, 23 February 2009
Yesterday Shrove Tuesday became Shrove Sunday because Mr Jones is back off to Kent on Tuesday and didn't want to miss out on the pancakes. And, because we had another look at the wedding budget and suddenly started to feel rather ill, we've decided to give up takeaways and eating out for Lent. And if we survive this most harsh of deprivations we may even extend the sacrifice until the wedding.
We're hoping that the ensuing torture will render our wallets fat and our waistlines slim - but wish us luck - denial, especially of the edible variety - does not come natural to either of us.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)
Shakespeare and Mr Jones differ somewhat on names (though only if you take Shakespeare out of context and forget the preceding text). Mr Jones is surprisingly traditional when it comes to names – and mine in particular. He is firmly of the – “the wife should take the husbands name” school of thought.
I, on the other hand, am rather attached to my maiden name and would like to keep it. I’m more than happy to meet half way and double barrel it – but according to Mr Jones that would involve signing our children up for regular playground beatings for being too posh. Honestly!
Unlike Juliet I don’t really fancy denying my father or refusing my name – and Mr Jones certainly can’t be convinced to doff his, even if I do promise to give him all of myself. At least Juliet was swapping Capulet for Montague - even she would have been slightly less enthusiastic if she was turning herself into a Jones. There are literally millions and millions of them – oh the obscurity.
But the argument has arisen many a time, and I have been informed on each occasion that it’s a deal breaker – it’s Mrs Jones or a spinster’s cottage and a menagerie of cats. So Mrs Jones it will be (apart from at work – where I have managed to convince him that it would be career suicide to change my name now – phew!)
Monday, 16 February 2009
And when he returns on Friday having missed me lots, his arms filled with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and a bottle of Montana ready to whisper sweet nothings into my ears - I will wake up, wipe a little dribble off my chin, smooth my dishevelled hair and realise that I've just been woken up from a rather marvellous dream by Mr Jones dropping his suitcase, shoes, coat, screwdriver, drill, and unopened post in a trail from the front door to the kitchen. But that's just one of the many reasons why I love him so much.
Friday, 13 February 2009
Anyway - this week I lucked upon a possible source of saxophonists only to find that the one in question wants £800 - that's £800 to come to my wedding and play ONE song!! Good God!
I am adding him to my list of wedding ridiculousness which currently features:
The catering company who wanted £10K for a BBQ
The vintage crockery hire place who think borrowing their plates for the day merits £1,600,
and Belvoir Castle who wanted £15K just for the privilege of holding the wedding in their grounds - that does not include anything else - no food, no marquee, nothing - that's how much they charge for you to set foot in their castle in your bridal best.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
In my line of work I come across many a crash diet - and I've always been very scathing of them all. That is until I worked out that I have just six, tiny little months to become slim and lovely for my wedding.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
I would like it noted that I am not afraid to admit that I was wrong. Mr Jones looked incredibly handsome in a dark grey tail suit, and utterly ridiculous (imagine an undertaker wearing his dad's overcoat) in the Prince Edward Jacket. The jury is still out however on the top hat! But I supposed Mr Jones has to have some creative input in this wedding.
I'd also like to take this moment to apologise to my Daddy - who I am sure will not greet the "top hat and tails" news with much excitement. Daddy - I'm sure you'll look just as handsome in the tails and would have looked just as odd in the Prince Edward.
A good time was had by all - although we were rather shocked at Mrs B-S's revelation that she's rather partial to Gary Barlow! She assures me that he's now rather toned and not at all dumpy - but I have to say that as much as I love Take That - and I do - I have to close my eyes whenever Gary appears on screen. You see he reminds me very much of a rather irritating ex-boyfriend. If anyone else would like to declare their undying love for Mr Barlow - do feel free - just not in my presence.
Friday, 6 February 2009
*Why does snow make you hungry? Yes - walking anywhere is 20 times harder but that doesn't account for an appetite that has increased 300 fold.
*Where can I find a good saxophonist for the wedding? If you know anyone who plays the saxophone please let me know.
*Will the fabric I ordered from ebay ever turn up? Apparently it was sent to the wrong person in a blonde moment - hmmmm!
*Do cats feel guilty when the play in the downstairs loo/wine cellar, break a bottle of cheap rose wine and drench your beloved cowboy boots? (I think not - I just end up feeling guilty for shouting at her and kicking her out into the snow)
Answers on a postcard please
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Today is a snow day. Mr Jones and I decided that digging the car out of the street to sit in traffic for several hours trying to get to work really wasn't worth it. So at 7am we bundled up and hit the streets for a snow ball fight.
Stamford in the snow is rather beautiful, we're sure you'll agree. The roads were practically impassable so we wondered around town with lots of other people in eerie quiet - it was actually rather lovely.
Monday, 2 February 2009
As you may or may not know, our wedding has a vintage theme. We did think about hiring some lovely vintage china - Mummy and I emailed a few companies, eagerly awaited their replies and then decided that the route to a millionaires lifestyle is clearly through vintage crockery rental.
So now we've become Charity Shop fiends. I have to say Mummy is rather good at it and now has a spare bedroom stacked with cake stands, tea cups and sugar bowls. I am slightly less proficient, but none the less managed to acquire these beauties at the weekend. The lady in the charity shop was rather confused when I took two tea sets to till:
"You want them both?"
"Really....what on earth for?"
(Gushing begins) "Oh how lovely, oh how wonderful - Margaret, Margaret, (bellowed a la Little Britain) bring a box, this young lady is buying us out of tea sets for her wedding - oh it's so lovely..."
The other customers all started to scowl as my many plates and cups were wrapped lovingly in paper. Anyone would think I'd done them out of a bargain. I don't know what they were complainging about. The lady in the queue behind me was clearly treating her husband to a pair of second hand trousers with a few suspicious looking marks on them and was in no need of anything to eat cake off of.
I was planning to use my new tea sets at the lovely tea party I held yesterday afternoon - but after battling round Morrisons (please hurry up with the new Waitrose and Sainsburys to spare me this horror) with the rest of the town, I only just had time to make enough cakes - so we had to make do with Emma Bridgewater Spots. Still a jolly time was had by all and I plan to have another girly afternoon once the garden is done and there isn't snow in the air - perhaps at Pimms O'Clock.