Alex & Toni

Well, it’s starting to get serious. Guest lists, buffets and venues are getting sorted out. Toni has her dress, I think I can probably justify a new suit, and there’s only 4 months left. Eek!

Next thing you know we’ll have the rings and will be walking up the aisle and it’ll all be over.

Toni is in full on organisation mode now. There are lists for everything (I’m sure somewhere she’s writing a list of all the lists she’s written) and everything is starting to come together. Invitations haven’t been sent out yet, there’s still a few important details we’re finalising, but once that’s done there’s no looking back.

This is definitely going to be what you’d call a wedding on a budget (I think we’re still under the £500 mark at the moment) but it’s gonna be the best one I’ve ever had (and hopefully Toni’s last!).

Two years ago Ryan was getting ready to make his big entrance into the world. Now he’s running around like a mad thing with a massive smile on his face, ripping open presents and cards with gay abandon, quite a change from the tiny little ball of wrinkles and legs that first presented himself to us all.

After breakfast we’re off for a fun (and hopefully tiring) day out to celebrate, but for now it’s Thomas T. Tankengine over toast.

gonna get married! Yes you heard it right. Me and Toni are going to be getting married, hopefully some time this year, all things permitting. To that end I have now added a wedding section to this site which will eventually contain all the pertinent information you’ll need to RSVP and get to the jollies on the day.

It’s still a work in progress, so bear with us, there’s a whole lot of organising to be done…

Having a swinging time

Having late shifts can sometimes be used to our advantage, like this morning for example. Getting up at the crack of dawn we headed out to the park for a go on the climbing frame, the slide, the roundabout and of course the swings. Weeeeeeeeee!

Hello there

What you doing out there?

This is called a cat flap. It’s a stupid thing, I can hardly get my head through. What good is that to anybody, I ask you? I snapped the door off shortly after this photo was taken and I wasn’t allowed to play with it any more. My parents are such spoil-sports sometimes.