Looking forward (but not...)

Shit man, this time next week we’ll be in December!
That fills me with both joy and fear. It also fills me with dread, anticipation, hatred, reluctance and (for some reason) indigestion.

Had to go for a final wedding suit fitting today. All very unpleasant, but at least I had Ted with me for company. Did I get round to telling you he’s going to be my Best Man?
I wasn’t going to have one at first, but Philippa kind of talked me into it, saying “You need to pick someone to be a witness for us anyway, you might as well honour them with an official title.“ Then I agonised over who to pick, then when the answer popped into my head it felt like the obvious choice, and one I should have made in the first place. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a father, and I’ve talked to him about things I’ve never talked to anyone else about, so I guess he’s like a best friend as well. He was speechless when I asked him, then welled up with tears, then tried to pass it off as ‘nothing.’ But he said yes, and I’m so glad he did.

Now I have to work all day Saturday to make up for missing today. Thanks for swapping, Jim, and enjoy your weekend off…

RC 25-11-15