Robbie's getting married

That's right, married. Blimey! The sly fox had kept it under his hat since back in the summertime. He's asked Rachel up a hill in the Peak District, back on their anniversary in July, maybe August. I was full of questions: where? when? In Heron House, as it happens, and during the middle of December too. Heron House, then the Midland Hotel, the Christmas markets, and Sam's Chop House for food. Grand!

What struck me was the quick turnaround between proposal and the big day. Consider the others: Ange and Lewis, two years; Durex and Whelan, eighteen months; Guardi and Vicky, eighteen months; Whitehouse and Flora, eighteen months; John and Zoe, fifteen months; Col and Jane, at least a year; Robbie and Rachel, five months. Wow!

I wonder who's next. Ollie and Zoe? Chubb and Steve?

Ten four Snowman, east-bound and down

Man, fancy dress is AWESOME!

Where can you find a hat-stand?

My merry walk took me from home to Chorlton Precinct, to the shops down by Guardi’s new place, and to Age Concern. It took me to the Furniture Warehouse on Upper Chorlton Road, and then to B&Q on Great Stone Road. I ended up in Stretford Mall – which is oddly reminiscent of Wellingborough’s Swansgate centre – and the only half decent hat-stand I found was in Argos, for fifty quid. Too steep? Yes, double my budget. I trudged home, disappointed.

Guardi

I exchanged a volley of texts with Guardi.

Guardi: Where’s my mention in your blog bor?
DTRMCR: Under June probably mate, I’ve not seen much of you really
Guardi: I saw you at new years
DTRMCR: I found a photo with you in it, you’ll be on later on
Guardi: Yer I better and you better say something nice