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Wedding Stuff and My Son-In-Law To Be

Heather and Ollie have been up for a visit. During their stay I decided that Ollie will be a very useful son-in-law. Firstly, he removed a dent from my car using the alchemy of a kettle of boiling water and a sink plunger! How clever is that? Well, probably not that clever for mechanical types like Ollie but for someone like me who has no sense of direction and mends most things via the method of ‘Whack it with a Hammer’ it was like watching magic. And secondly, he heard a drip coming from underneath the bathroom sink and was there with the Plumber’s Mate (which is basically putty) and that white tape stuff like a shot, inflicting war on the leak and holding it at bay long enough for the plumber, Gene, to visit yesterday and replace pipes and reset the taps so they are no longer wibbly, nor wobbly, nor screechy, nor clunky. Ollie also drove us everywhere and made dinner one evening. And played the public piano that is situated in the market place in Shrewsbury.

However, what really sealed the deal in the son-in-law stakes was when we went on a trip to Shrewsbury. At one point, Heather and I lost him. Now, it wasn’t because we are careless but because he had stopped to assist an elderly lady with her shopping trolley up a flight of stairs! I thought, ‘There is a chap who will look after my daughter.’ Kind, thoughtful, practical, funny and entertaining.  Cooks, plays the piano, mends pretty much anything. He’ll do.

We chatted a bit of wedding stuff. Not too much though. I wasn’t Crazy Mother of the Bride other than voicing my intent on buying Heather’s dress for her. In my head I have decided on my outfit which includes neither hat nor fascinator, or anything vaguely resembling crimplene, pastels, or dress ‘n’ jacket combo. Traditional I shall NOT be! I am proud of Heather and Ollie that they are intent on doing things their way and not the way of general expectation. In my heart, I know it is going to be a good wedding do. They are visiting a venue at the end of September. They are being very relaxed about the whole thing. All is as it should be.

The key ring charity venture continues apace. I have made 28 so far and pre-sold over half of them. This morning I had 4 more orders come in, one of which involved, ‘Can I make a sausage dog?’ To which the response is, ‘If I can make a llama and an owl, then yes, I can make a sausage dog!’ There is one week to go until the Open Day at Stoke PDSA and all orders plus extras shall be fulfilled. Andy is constructing a HUGE game of ‘Operation’ which has a very loud BUZZ to it. It is veterinary themed and educational and, quite frankly, a work of engineering art. He is also planning a version of ‘Hook a Duck’ called ‘Scoop a Poop.’ I know. Don’t ask. I think you can fill in the details yourselves.

I leave you with a photo of the Happy Couple. Because they are.

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