Women are from venues

We’ve finally decided on the other venue for the wedding, this time for the reception (I say “we”: I’ve acquiesced, if truth be told). The numbers are limited again, though not as much as for the ceremony venue. Regardless of who we manage to squeeze in we’ll have to organize a big party closer to Oxford (in fact, probably in Oxford) for all the people we know, love, yea adore—but can’t invite.

I only started writing this because I’d thought of that title up there. It must be terribly boring for all of you at home. If it helps then there’s something good on the BBC website, I think. It’s about the election.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in diary, experience. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s