Little fish, big pond

So we decided to take the whole of team anonimum to a wedding in the big smoke. The wedding I was looking forward to. The 8 trains,9hrs travel and sleeping enmasse in a family room, I was not.

In actual fact it all went pretty smoothly. Various overpriced novelty children's magazines kept the kids entertained most of the way and the 'waiting', 'boarding', 'waiting', element is apparently an exciting event in itself for the under 4's. Despite kids and train tracks giving me endless nightmares, they were pretty good. Thanks goodness for good natured old folks who were happy to entertain and play 'peepo' for an hr tho.

The wedding was great, the food was amazing and the non alcoholic drinking options (more on that team development later) were well thought out. The Bride glowed in a beautiful cobalt Ghost number, breaking with the humdrum of ivory and the Groom looked appropriatly like the cat with the cream. It turns out kids at a wedding is a bit of a pain but kids at a wedding plus grandparents,aunties, uncles,2 godparents and numerous baby coralling friends, is totally manageable. We ate and drank and danced (Mol won many friends by finding dance partners amoungst the tipsy guests) until pyjama o'clock which found me pushing a wiped out Laurie and Mr A encouraging a lively Mol (intent on finding every puddle) accross the soutbank and home.

On our way home I had planned some family time (a good idea I had imagined). I had not factored in the monumental hangover Mr A would have having rejoined his friends and fogotten the homeward journey the next day. So, as I strode thru Green park, marvelling the sunny day and the scenery, Mr A limped behind, dark glasses on, making comment such as 'whats this one then'?. 'That, that large building with changing gaurds, golden gates, mounted police, flags a flying,, Mr A, that will be Buckingham Palace'. Needless to say he was pretty useless until about 5pm at which point we were nearly home. The journey was rather more painful, but lightened by Laurie composing a loud song called 'Broken Daddy' as we pulled out of Paddington.