I finally got round to
butchering my already
pants blog banner in Photoshop changing my blog’s header.
And for good reason.
I got married.
Yes. Moi. Married.
What can I type, my wife loves a man that can pretend to speak French.
We had a glorious day, and summer in general really, topping all our previous epic summer holidays.
The best, best man ever kept me calm, in-check(ish) and incredibly well supported.
There really was no other person for the job. And I mean that in the positive sense.
His auntie helped him prepare his wedding speech, which turned out to be a pre-recorded interview with Max, where he basically talked about my genitals for a few minutes.
Yeah, not at all embarrassing.
The day went just as we hoped it would, and whilst never forgetting the past, marks a significant part in the next chapter of our lives together as a new family