Oh Gosh, I am sorry to say that I still resemble death warmed up.

And not even FairyCakeGirls wicked combination of Irn Brew and Monster Munch has done the trick: so I have sent a rescue party out for McDonalds. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

And so dear Housekeepers I will have to love you and leave you until tomorrow.

While I am absolutely certain that inviting you to browse around the pic’s of the wedding here is the online equivalent of boring a stranger on the bus with my holiday pic’s, please feel free to stare in wonder at just how many photographs Mark and I took of ourselves at the expense of taking those of the beautiful bride, Sue.

Laugh your socks off at my truly awful photography, and recoil in horror as you realise that we have three more weddings to attend before the year is out, and I have no intention of sparing you every last detail of the drunken shenanigans at each.

Goodnight.