Bank Holiday Shenanigans - Part 3

Bank holiday Monday is always a treat, not only does it make the weekend a three day weekend, it also makes the following week a four day week.  

Precious time together

Normally the Oxford May Day celebrations are a major event, which means that the tiny pub the G.O manages opens up very, very, very early (5 am) to provide sustenance for the many jolly individuals taking part in the celebrations.  This year the celebrations went off without a hitch (or so they say), and with May day being on the Friday before bank holiday Monday, it meant G.O was able to spend the day with me.

Bright and breezy on the Monday we set off for the big smoke, parked the car in the usual car park.  It is such good value for your money £3.00 until 4am the next day, and there is a security guard.  Got onto the Metropolitan (my 'home' tubeline for 6 years) and headed on the longest tube journey in the world (obvious exaggeration),  it only took an hour but it takes you past all of the landmark stops and onto the Dockland Light Railway (DLR), which in my opinion is one of the greatest transport inventions of all times.  I have some very fond memories of the DLR, in what was a horrendous time I had a blast.  We arrived at Custom house and it was buzzing.

Watching one of the live sessions - George Clarke's Amazing Space Woman

G.O had purchased ticket to the Grand Designs Live show, it an three day event based on the TV show of the same name.  While G.O are in no position to build, renovate or even buy our own home at this time, I love visiting the show because you never know who or what you will see/meet. At last years show not only did I meet The Renovation Man himself, we also watched a live Italian Cookery show.  "You can make it yourself itsa eezee!  Only flour, egg and water".  Each stall holder is trying to, obviously, get your custom.  I enjoy floating past them with "sorry I don't have a house!"  Why are you here? they all ask.  Reasonable enough question.  

Behind all of the architect, builders, solar panel, hot tub stalls is the food and lifestyle section.  All manner of companies are there and all are giving away free samples.  G.O and I will go past our favourite stalls three of four times and the booty we have at the end is phenomenal.  We don't ever bring or buy our lunch, if you are savvy you can be fed and watered by the stall holders themselves.  We had cheese, wine, sausages, crackers, yogurt, bread, and ice cream all given to us by the companies.  It is a veritable smorgasbord.  Not only is there food to try, there are new gadgets that have just come on to the market.  We were suckered into buying glass cleaner fluid that made my ring sparkle (I later realised it was just the lighting, hey ho), a heated back massager that is amazing at getting rid of all the knots in your neck, back and shoulders and also gives the best hand massage (no double entendre here).

Building a house inside the Exhibition centre

After about six hours of wandering around picking up freebies here and there, we decided to hit one of our new favourite places to eat My Old Dutch in Kensington, on our last visit I had overdone it a tad on the Kaasballen, so this time I knew it was all about moderation, and as always it was delicious. It was the perfect end to what has to be one of the greatest Bank Holiday weekends of my life. 

 A Hoisin Duck Pancake

It was only the tube ride back that I had a feeling of de ja vu, it was exactly a year ago that I went into the Headteacher's office at the Little Village school and offically handed my notice in.  I had told the head that I was thinking about resigning in the April (three hours before Ofsted called to say the were going to pop in and see us), but that weekend, I had no stress and had had an amazing time with G.O so I decided that I wanted a better work life balance which I wouldn't be able to achieve at that school.  Also I wanted to move, but that is another story.

This was me not overdoing it!

Going to the hotel and gonna get married

Well today was G.Os brothers wedding and what a lovely and long day it was.  As I type this I am sat on the bed in the hotel having decided to hand in the towel as it were. 

I am officially notyoung  anymore.  The young ones are bouncing around to lots of retro songs in an ironic way, although I remember it the first time round. I had a bit of a boogie, but all I really wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a nice film and a cup of tea.  Match of the Day was close enough.

The day it self was very, very emotional.  Everyone shed a tear and no one made it through their speech without blubbing. Everybody couldn't believe that after eleven years of courtship the Posh and Becks of Tod had tied the knot.  Thank goodness we don't have to follow that wedding.  It was amazing and planned in less than three months.

The bride looked amazing, I have seen some lovely brides but Saus out does them all.

Her dress was very much in the vintage Hollywood glamour style, off white tulle with bits of bling all over it.

It looked very heavy and fair play to her for the sky high Jimmy Choos she chose to wear.

The wedding was held in a hotel in a village just outside Clitheroe. From the outside it was a nice stone building. Inside it was modern day hunting chic, lots of silver stags and purple tartan.  The ceremony room had recently been renovated and was very light and airy.  

My outfit for the day was a birthday gift from my parents and I have been told I looked wonderful, I felt fabulous.

It was the loveliest wedding I have been to in a very long time.  It will take something special to top this one.  I would like to take the opportunity to wish the new Mr and Mrs Murray many years of happiness.