bigfoodiemama

So the day had come to celebrate the wedding of my cousin ,the Pretty Patissiere and Lucky Leonard ( lucky entirely based on the fact that he has joined our amazing family!) . The wedding was taking place in Wicklow, so BMM ( big mamas mama) GASP and I set off at midday, in the knowledge that the Mad One and the Spud Farmer were following behind. The usual pre wedding activities had taken place i.e. exfoliation, shaving, plucking, moisturising, nail painting and tan application. Appointments were booked for hair and make up on the morning and a pretty little vintage hairband with netting purchased. GASP followed his usual pre wedding routine also...he dry cleaned his suit...period !BMM looked gorge in coral, I rocked a black and blush pink dress and GASP looked like Daniel Craig in his black tie attire. I had plans to examine his concealed weapons later in the evening ! Off we went down the N11 where plans to stop for a bite to eat changed when we faced road works and some very length

I once, in front of GASP, asked the Financial Advisor if I was " high maintenance". Her response, after only a moments hesitation , was " Well..... not financially !" The cheek of her. As one of my true friends, she is meant to side with me , but on this occasion herself and GASP winked at each other and I was the outcast. You see the FA knows me well and I have my moments. Although to most people I appear to be a very good natured, cheerful, patient and generally happy individual...which is the case a lot of the time.....but then....approximately every 28 days....the emotional tide turns ! In true hormonal female fashion, all venom is aimed at GASP. Today is one of those days. It didn't start well you see, as I was comatose when the younger son burst into the room at 9.40am ( MY lie in today)to advise me that a second new kitten had appeared overnight. His uncontained excitement woke me rather abruptly just as I had , in my dream, cycled on a kids balance bike,