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.