Sorry, everybody, I am not feeling especially literary this evening.
Actually it is early tomorrow morning.
I have had quite a lot to drink.
Actually I have had a very lot to drink.
We have had the most magnificent time, too lovely to describe. We had dinner at the Indian restaurant in Windermere, and they did the kindest things, without even being asked. Our tables had been laid with balloons and cakes, and they made us feel so very welcome. If ever you come to Windermere, go and eat at the Spice of India. They are absolute heroes.
Jack’s dad paid for dinner.
It was the loveliest, most generous gesture, and made me feel humbled and grateful, people are so kind that sometimes it makes me feel quite small.
It isn’t even the wedding yet. That is tomorrow.
Today we have been to the restaurant to get everything ready. Mark had built a magnificent arch, and Elspeth and Caitlin came across to help decorate it.
It looks amazing.
We had some whisky cocktails after that.
My state of mind has been deteriorating ever since.
I don’t mean in the sense of becoming sadder, because I am not. I have been having a wonderful time.
I mean in the sense of becoming increasingly fuzzy.
If I were to confess that I just spelled Mean as Meen, perhaps you will understand.
I think I had better go to bed.
I might not see you tomorrow at this rate.
