Last weekend, my sister-in-law got engaged. Oh the excitement. She has asked her two nieces to be flower girls. Oh the further excitement. She will be getting married in London. Oh the breathtaking excitement. Michael walked up to his teacher the next day and announced proudly, “I may have to miss a couple of days at school because I will be going to my Aunty’s wedding in London.”
You will be delighted to hear that we have had an opportunity to inspect the young man and he is lovely. As I pointed out to my other sister-in-law, we weren’t meeting him we were vetting him for the purposes of holidays together in Kerry in the rain. I am sure that he would be thrilled to know that he passed with flying colours.
Oh yes, and since it’s all about me, the first thing I said to my delighted sister-in-law after “Congratulations!” was “Please, please, please don’t get married the same weekend as the boys’ first communion.”