johnny9fingers | (no subject)

Things have been moving pretty fast.
Both she and I have decided that it doesn't get any better than this. However, prudence upon both our parts would stop us doing anything precipitate.

Logistical decisions will no doubt have to be made. I shall have to find some way of looking after the Mother too.
Anyway, she's met the mother. I have to meet her people, which may be more of an ordeal.

Nick and Em like her very much too. We went to supper at Nick's on Saturday, and drank Champagne and Margaritas. Stephen couldn't get away from his disabled mother and so didn't show, poor lad.

As for She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed....we haven't set a date yet, so don't put out more flags.

Well, I hope I've managed to convey the shape of things in a few sentences.

Hellish few days ahead.
Pete's Stag night on Thursday, Gig in Cheshire (300 odd miles away) on Saturday evening and on Sunday afternoon I have Pete and Sancha's wedding to attend. Milady is of course busy when I'm not, and vice-versa, but that's just par for the course.

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That's all very intense and very accelerated. Wow. Best wishes to the two of you to sustain the bliss.

Have a bit of a brake or anchor (or whatever) in terms of the mother. I made a promise to the Old Man before he died so....the debates become about 'granny-flats' and suchlike.
Anyway, we're probably getting ahead of ourselves: it's just it doesn't feel like it.

Hooray for intense and accelerated!

Shell-shocked and brain-fragged by the g-forces though.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

"Granny-flats"?! Does that mean...?

Maybe....who knows.