Addictions

So tell me, what is it about facebook that is so addictive?!! I have spent the best part of 12 hours the last 2 days "fiddling" around with it and I still haven't had enough! I should have been doing the first assignment of my certificate in sport qualification but was distracted, indefinitely on Sunday. Must try harder, this will never do.

On a positive note I did run 7km this morning before work!!! Great North Run training is going well me thinks. If anyone wants to sponsor me they can... I am raising money for the MS Society. Pledge online: www.justgiving.co.uk/kathrynfrench

Is it just me?!!

I spent the day at home today... had lots of plans, things to do but ended up "pottering" about. Achieved next to nothing, except moving paperwork from several piles to be filed to just one. Did a bit of laundry and put some stuff away but nothing in relation to the to do list I had chalked up at the start of the day. What I really meant to do was sort out all our honeymoon pictures and finish off the scrapbook/journal from that and the wedding day!

Maybe I'm just not very organised. Maybe I am too easily distracted. Maybe, secretly I was hoping Andrew would do all the things I hadn't when I get in from work later! Maybe that's wishful thinking - LOL!!!

Will be posting some stuff about the honeymoon soon - just to say it was the most amazing holiday I have ever had!

He's all mine....

Wow, what a day!!! SO much happened - some planned, some a surprise but it was all wonderful. Getting ready was absolute mayhem as a result I think from taking such a relaxed start to the day. The photographer arrived to take some pictures then time just melted away... we got dressed headed down to the waiting car (surprise number 1 organised by Andrew's boss - a Bentley). Waived off the bridesmaids and my Mum before Dad and I made a slow trip along the road to the church. I was early and caught everyone off guard!!! No way I was gonna be late - I was too excited! As we rolled up outside the church the bells were peeling (surprise number 2 organised by Andrew's Mum and Dad) which started me crying!

Dad, as tradition dictates, escorted me up the aisle. When we get to the top Andrew turns to me and say "cor, you look nice" - his usual chilled out self. We sang a hymn I wobbled though my vows with Andrew trying to stop me from crying (tears of joy or course) and then we were married. I couldn't believe it we still had 2 hymns, the sermon and the register signing to go!!! Having met the vicar a few times and after the hilarious rehearsal we should have realised that the vicar would remain slightly mad for the actual day... He went on for ages, luckily neither Andrew or I noticed we were too busy giggling like newly weds - funny that.

We left the church to the sound of the bells and headed for more pictures around the back of the church, confetti and a pelting with rice!!! Then to the reception venue for speeches and food, dancing and cake, fireworks and champagne, then finally to bed. Definitely the most amazing day of my life. If you find "the one" grab on with both hands!!

If you want to look at more pictures log onto www.myshoot.co.uk. Look for Mr & Mrs French, the ID is FRENCH, the password is T55X.

3 Hen Nights?!!!

I know it's been a while, so there is plenty to say. I shall break it up into "events". So story one... my Hen Nights!

THE OFFICIAL HEN NIGHT: Of course me + a night out cannot begin without the all important bottle or two of Smirnoff Ice (well seems to be the case at the moment anyway!!!). Slapped on some paint and twizzled my hair a bit, the girls arrived and off we went on the town. We started with a very civilised dinner at a restaurant called Mu Mu, champagne cocktails, lots of wine, the obligatory gay waiter (these posh places all seem to have one), mixed in with some delicious food and plenty of laughing. Once we had our fill we moved onto the bar where these was another hen party, but they unlike us so-fist-tea-cats, they had L plates, balloons, net curtains and all that other crap that goes with hen nights. Not my style, and luckily my mates listened... this time!!. We tried to steal some balloons, no idea why, they weren't having none of it and rather than start a fight (they were proper rough) I buckled and gave them back - stroppy moos! We headed for the club I had selected to which we had VIP entrance, a private booth for 10 people and our own waiter. Told you we were sophisticated! They even threw in some sweeties. So we drank some more and danced a bit, got hit on by some mingers which we had dealt with by our waiter - well, they gate crashed our booth so I had to flex my hen muscles by complaining. Then suddenly it was very late so we summoned our carriages and headed home for cups of tea, toast and then bed.

BOWLING: The girls and boys from work took Andrew and I out for bowling. Sadly I had forgotten how truly bad at bowling I was. Had I have known I would never have subjected myself to the embarrassment! Luckily they had a bar, unfortunately they mad me worse... some people are just born to sports others of us are better off cheering from the sidelines.

QUIET DRINKS WITH THE GIRLS THE NIGHT BEFORE: The night before the wedding I headed into town to have my nails done and had promised the girls I would meet then for a drink (or two) at around 5pm. Dutifully I headed over there to collect them and head to the pub. Sadly I forgot to brief them on my fear of hen party dressing up... So they presented me with a set of red sequined horns, tail and bow tie!!! The worse thing about it was I was wearing a red cardigan and red shoes so it all looked like we'd planned it together. So I walked through town dressed up as a red devil, people in cars hooting their horns at me. Not really the look I was going for but I had a great laugh anyway!!!!

So that was the pre-wedding celebrations. Bring on the wedding....