So I am getting married on Saturday. Who would have thought the whole thing would come around so quick. My kilt is picked, my speech is partially written, the presents are flooding through (I am amazed at how generous people are) and I am leaving for Paris on Sunday. With a bit of luck there will be no cars left for the rioters anyway.
Every morning on my way to work I take a little detour and walk up to a bridge that goes over a railway track. I can see in the distance some wasteland and the Clyde flowing past. I canâ€™t help stopping and having a thought about the water from the Kelvin that is flowing into the Clyde and all the salmon that are running up it. It really does look nice; I may take a picture of it tomorrow.
You see the pretty nice thing about having control over your own blog software is that you can make it make posts just about whenever you want. So for example almost the very second I am getting married (saying I do if you will) this post will appear on this blogâ€¦pretty nifty eh?
You can imagine a little nervousness, I will be worrying about my speech for laterâ€¦.I mean SHOULD I make that cocaine joke or will no one get it, hell why not its our big day ïŠ
I will post some photos when I get back from Paris, romancing through the streets is on the cards !
Sweating like a wilderbeast just about to go for a cooling swim where my buddy vanished yesterday !
I donâ€™t know about anyone else (well I know a couple of people) but I am already missing warm summer days, lazily flicking a little dry fly upstream to a rising trout. The season has only been finished a month and I am already feeling stir crazy.
The evenings are dark at 5pm its dark in the morning, itâ€™s raining, miserable. Why did I not appreciate the hot days, even the ones we did not catch any fish.
And then the evenings with clear blue skies when I seen hot air balloons drifting in the sky whilst blue winged olives hatched.
This is making me worse !
Kiwi bloke walks into the bedroom with a sheep under his arm. ‘Darling’, he says, ‘this is the pig I have sex with when you’ve got a headache’. Girlfriend lying on the bed says, ‘I think you’ll find that’s a sheep, not a pig’. The bloke says, ‘and I think you’ll find I wasn’t talking to you’.
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Pity the UK trout season is over, saying that though she would probably enjoy our PIke sessions, they are more like a walk in the park anyway !