A long day today, getting the beer laid in at Eileen's for after the service at Great Tremlett. So much furniture to move around as well.
Anyway, I guess we're all set. This time on Saturday, we'll be wed in the eyes of God, the Beaker Folk, the law and the Church of England.
Young Keith's gone out for the Stag night tonight. I'm hoping that gives him time to sober up by Saturday. At least, with Burton Dasset organising it, it's not likely to be that wild.