Bridal (what a) Shower

Gill had her wedding shower last night - something about a "butterfly theme"...

Strange the things women get up to on their own and probably best not to go there. It resembled what I imagine a meeting of a Freemason's Lodge to be like from the photos...

Anyway, this was supposed to be an understated affair with mainly the women from the family and just a couple of friends. Though anything involving wine and my mother and sister-in-law can't ever hope to remain understated for all that long, so Heaven only knows what they got up to.

Mum stayed at Gill's last night and at 11:00am Gill rang to say "Nan's head has stopped hurting now..."

Joyce (sister-in-law) managed to open a bottle of pink cava in true Grand Prix style, soaking herself and half the occupants of the room. There were strange articles - feather boas and masks and when David and I turned up to bring our wives away we unfortunately trod where no male should tread unless in a troupe of entertainers along the lines of hunky, toned and not unafraid to have clothing ripped off. Oh yes... well that's us...

We were never going to escape unscathed and thus...

We had up to then, spent a relatively civilised night, recording more of the band's album. There's only two tracks left to make a start on now but still a number to finish off. Last night almost finished us off!

It took a lot of persuading but David will not be wearing this outfit at the next gig...