Two Become One

The Fink family headed off to Southend for the wedding of these two lovely people this weekend. The guy is Mr Fink's brother and the girl is a smashing, wonderful, bubbly woman.
The ceremony was moving, the vicar spoke words of truth about marriage and how it is necessary when couples are not seeing eye to eye that they can rely on the bond of marriage as a promise that the unhappiness is only temporary. There were several readings, my favourite was the one about the dinosaur and the lovely other dinosaur. (read it here... A Lovely Love Story .
After the ceremony we headed off to the venue, a huge marquee in the grounds of a prep school, there were chandeliers inside, Chinese lanterns and Pimms! The sun was good and came out for the photos, I can't wait to see the ones with the swing!
The meal was delicious, each table had it's own game to play, ours was Scattegories. Our table also had a 'hang a spoon on your nose' master-class, a Mexican wave and some magic from 'Chops'. See the video...

Other highlights of the day were the speeches, very funny, especially the best man telling us that the groom has lost so much weight as a fireman that he is now officially below the accepted weight to be a Fink! the bride's father remembered the bride's lifelong wish to have a Mr Whippy ice cream at her wedding and arranged for an ice-cream van to come to the venue and furnish everyone with 99's! Inspired.
We drank, danced and sang the night away. Good fun with good friends and family. Always a pleasure.
Welcome to the family!

That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. No?

Poor Little Fink, bunged up, sniffing, sneezing, coughing.

"what can I do to help her feel more comfortable?" I thought. "I know, I'll put some Vick's on her chest to help clear her blockages."

So I usher the snot laden child to the bathroom, lift up her jammy top and slather the Vicks all over her chest.

A short while later, she is at the coffee table with her laptop and I note the improvement in her breathing.

"Mummy." she says, little face screwed up against the vapour,

 "I can't see." Ah bless.

Mr Fink now has the dreaded lurgy and was unable to attend the first celebration in the annual calendar of Christmas. Last night it was the gathering of the Fink clan at GWTBO house, this consisted of take away, jokes, fun, babies, Death by Pictionary (terrible amount of cheating from SOME people. One person who will remain nameless, shamelessly whispering "Think Paris" as a clue to the word Eiffel Tower. Shame on you) and lots and lots of laughter.

My favourite comments of the night were....Woogie talking about a hirsute GWTBO, "Grandad wasn't born, he was knitted!" and Blitzen (Doner's girlfriend) when playing Pictionary trying to guess a US President, "Is it John Bush?" (But she more than made up for not knowing him name with her enthusiasm and air punches when her team were doing well!

The babies were beautiful and full of beans and everyone had a brilliant time. Thank you.