So I had some visitors around tonight, my step sister and her husband. They were the reason that I had to hump a kilt a couple of thousand miles around the world so that they could have a â€œtraditionalâ€ Scottish wedding in Sri Lanka!
Anyhow, we were sitting and chatting about myself and my good ladies impending day and discussing the cost involved. There is the cost of the venue, the meal, the buffet, the dress, my good ladies and the womenâ€™s nails etc and it is all fairly mounting up. We got around to the subject of the cake and the cost of that. We are looking at around 400 pounds; yea thatâ€™s right 400 pounds for a fucking cake!!! Anyway, I suggested that we go down to the local ASDA and pick up some sponge cake for like a fiver and cover the damn thing with icing but seemingly im â€œbeing stingyâ€
Anyway, my step sister turned to me and said â€œitâ€™s going to be the best day of your life and that is why you are spending so much moneyâ€
I thought for a moment, looked at her and then my good lady and said â€œI donâ€™t know, itâ€™s got some pretty good days fishing to beatâ€
Sheâ€™s away to be early and im tying up flies in the kitchen!