Cocktail

"What happens on tour, stays on tour!"  This was not that kind of a hen do.  As a matter of fact, I don't have friends that want or do crazy/tacky things on a hen do, nor have I ever been on one where no one can remember the events of the night before and have to retrace their steps to figure out what happened.

I did however wake up the next morning with a burning sore throat and a resultant husky voice.  I blame this on the yummy cocktails we made on the cocktail course in Revolutions.  Or was it the Chilli Vodka shot that I had to have due to my unfavourable response to the bartender when he asked why they put so much ice in a cocktail glass..."to get away with putting less alcohol in"...hmm... I guess not.  Although I cannot remember what the correct answer was.

The "Hen" at this do was one of my oldest friends, Lou.  We have been friends longer than we have not known each other. The gang from the Hen Party, I have known for a similar length of time too and it is always a sign of a good friendship when you can chat like no time has passed at all and still be able to dance to the crap that we used to listen to in the 90's.

Admittedly the only reason why we were able to do that is because Cath became DJ for the night and took control over the software that was playing the music on our floor.  Short lived as the proper DJ soon took over, but a bit of Saturday Night and Steps' 5,6,7,8 went down a treat.

Many thanks to Chief Bridesmaid Lizi for organising.  I had a great time.

Priceless

Priceless is the little face of the blue eyed cherub named Cerys' Grace, who got christened today.

Instead of balling her eyes out about having her head dipped in water and being held by a stranger, she was instead inquisitive of her surroundings and curious of her reflection in the water.

Priceless is the big sloppy kiss she gave me when the priest handed her back to me after the head dunking.

Patience was Cerys with a capital P as Aunty Nim took picture after picture with her Nannies, Grampies, God parents and Uncle Sparkle...

Priceless is the belly laugh that comes from someone so tiny as Aunty Nim waves a piece of pink tissue paper in front of her face or Gemma (one of Uncle Stuart's kids) makes funny movements with some tiny shoes, or even Aunty Tizzer pulling funny faces.

Uncanny are the expressions that Father and Daughter share.  So are the complexion and eyes that match that of Mummy.

Priceless is the excitement caused by Chocolate seen in the eyes of young Alfie.

A kodak moment captured is the tete a tete between Aunty Nim and Cerys in the garden behind the pub.  Only we will know what secrets we shared.

Priceless is the love of a wife to have a pocket watch restored for her husband, so that his Gramps, who is no longer with us, could still be there in spirit.

Forever in the thoughts of the people that loved you most.  This post is dedicated to Gramps Carter.  May you rest in peace and forever be watching over the Carters.