Yesterday, feeling rather good about remembering to call the insurance company and actually getting through, I totally forgot that I was supposed to be picking up some supplies on the way home. So when Debbie arrived home, off we went to the supermarket, first having our tea there and then whizzing round the isles, giving the cooked chicken section a very wide berth.
Back at the ranch we settled down to an evening on the computer, managing to get an update on Debbie's blog before good old MSN Messenger came to life while we were reading an email from my Auntie. It took us an hour to get a reply done while we were having a chat with one of our friends and my Brother and his wife.
With Debbie at the controls most of the evening it left my hands free to keep lifting my glass of beer, the cream of Manchester was going down rather well. I'm going to have to get back on the shorts again, with all this beer, I'm going to end up with shirt buttons pinging off in all directions.
Our little boxes for the wedding cake have arrived with 'Paul & Debbie 18 December 2004' on the top in gold letters. It took about ten minutes for Debbie to fold one in to shape and there's over a hundred of them to do. I think we might be having a few friends round for a box making party!