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I am 30. We had a fancy dress party. Here are some pictures:
Thing 1:
Thing 2:
Me. “But where’s the fancy dress?” you hilariously say. And then I punch you:
Chloe carved a pumpkin with the children. Well, with a knife, the children aren’t sharp enough to cut with. They just watched.:
Some cake made by Chloe. It was chocolate salted caramel flavour and was very tasty:
“So throw those curtains wide.
One day like this a year’d see me right.”
It’s hard to describe our wedding, even though it just happened. There are so many things I want to talk about and say so I suspect there’ll be a “How did they do that” style post later. Now it’s all about the event. Words appear to be escaping me at the moment so random factoids are the way to go. Photos will follow later…
It truly was one of the most amazing days of my life and I can’t stop replaying it and smiling to myself.
It’s been rather quiet on the old blog front of late, mostly due to wedding planning and preparation eating up all my free time leaving only room for the occasional Tweet. But now it’s all said and done. I’m now Mr. Manka-Taylor and have gained a truly beauteous and wondrous wife. Go team me!
A bigger update with pictures will come in time but for now I am full of cake and need sleep.
But for something other than nappies or battery photography.
I currently have some photos being exhibited in a disused shop in the Mall in Norwich. It looks something like this (although the old man may not be present):
It’s been picked up by the two “proper” local papers plus the free thing that gets shoved through our letterbox on a Friday with rehashed articles of the previous week’s news. Excellently all three accompanying shots feature my photos in the background although only two feature the old man.
Look, here they are:
EDP
Evening News
Advertiser
Should you be in the area the shop is between Madhouse and BB’s Muffins on level 2 of the Mall.
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No sooner had I referenced said illness then I go and get it again. Curse my weak constitution and easily infected children!
It all began after we spent last weekend in Aylesbury for Chloe’s Mum’s 50th birthday party. That evening I woke in the middle of the night to the sounds of Mirabelle coughing and choking, and looked over to her to see she was throwing up in her sleep. Which was not at all scary. I cleaned her and the cot up (which she slept right through somehow) only for it to happen again half an hour later. Poor little mite. Apart from that though she was otherwise fine, if a little disgruntled.
Jump to Monday night, neither child had eaten much for dinner so we sent off home from Aylesbury to Norwich. We’d been going about 15 minutes, it was raining and dark and cold. Miri was asleep and we were trying to get Bee to go off too:
Me: “Bee, it’s time for sleep”
Bee: “My tummy hurts”
Chloe: “That’s because you didn’t have enough dinner, just try and sleep OK?”
5 mins later…
Bee: <sfx> Hideous guttural noise
Us: “Shit”
Chloe starts the clean up and I pull over as soon as I can to assist. She’s covered in vomit as is her car seat but luckily not the car interior (much). A swift a clean-up as we can manage given the cold and rain and a change of clothes and we’re back on the road again, with Chloe now vigilantly watching and a pile of clothes surrounding Bee just in case.
10 mins later…
Miri: <sfx> Coughing
Us: “Crap”
Cue a repeat of the above, except as we were ready there’s less cleaning to be done. The rest of the journey was spent with Chloe in watch mode and me trying to get us home as fast as we can (legally) manage.
We get home, get the girls to bed, strip the car seat covers and start unpacking and then collapse in bed. Only for me to wake up at 4 or so and find myself feeling sick. Cue another bout of gastroenteritis for me followed by feeling much better by morning and then it getting about 10 times worse that night and me being up till 4am sleeping/vomiting and watching the US Election results come in to try and take my mind off it.
Since then I’ve been slowly recovering following a pattern of feeling alright by the evening then waking up at some ungodly hour feeling terrible again. I actually managed to eat a full day of proper meals on Saturday but promptly felt awful that night but as of now (wood being touched, fingers being crossed) I feel about 90% which is a very large improvement on last week. Yes, being me is just as much fun as you might imagine.