Revolutionary Rants

Crap.

Eight days to go.

When did it get so close? Crumbs.

Not that it is a big deal - we are already “married” as far as we are concerned; it just happened, over a frozen mozzarella pizza in the garden of my second-year house, over pints of snakebite and blackcurrant, over the long, hot sunny days of my work placement.

The fear is the logistics, getting it all done and hoping everyone has a good time. That’s the difficult bit, having a successful party.

Will people enjoy it? Only time will tell. A weekend to look forward to, altho’ neither of us feels well, still.