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Six days before the nuptials.

This is entirely fictional… of course Return from walking the dog to accusations of not pulling my weight. Suggest that First of Her Name might like to walk dog who has for the last hour been constantly pulling my weight … Continue reading

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Seven Days Before The Nuptials; Memories of a First Time Father of the Bride To Be

My daughter married the most delightful man over the Bank Holiday weekend in August. We had the most splendid time. The following is nothing like what happened. Really… We had a registry office ceremony the day before the Big Event … Continue reading

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Shoes Have No Soul

I bought new shoes for the forthcoming nuptials. Brown lace ups from Sons of London, an online emporia of gentlemen’s shoddery. This was under instruction from the happy couple to ensure I am fully compliant with the tonal requirements of … Continue reading

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Perfectly Adequate

Someone asked me what I was good at at school and I had to think. I did okay at school, had my moments in both history and maths but I never succeeded so well as to be top of the … Continue reading

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The Secret Diary Of A First Time F.O.F.; part nineteen

This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits August 29th; 9.17am. First Born calls. ‘I’ve had a really cool idea.’ 9.20am. Call back as promised now I have (a) sat down and (b) poured a tincture of … Continue reading

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The Secret Diary Of A First Time F.O.F.: part eighteen

This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits August 20th; 5.45am. Disturbed by raised voices, one v familiar, viz First Of Her Name. Trace to outside. Intrigued, follow sound. Next door, the Colonel is losing in the … Continue reading

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The Secret Diary Of A First Time F.O.F.; part sixteen

This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits August 17th: 08.12am. Am informed while buttering toast that the wedding countdown has begun and ‘we now have to focus on the fine details’. 08.13am: Attempt sage expression while … Continue reading

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