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That's 3 ... somethings right? And an earthquake. No need for any more?
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I'm exhausted. Almost beyond caring. I attended the improptu not-quite-a-party after getting back to Chch last night but left shortly after the second wave of people arrived because my tolerance for drunken fools had been exhausted by the youngling I was seated next to at the wedding, and I was on the verge of saying some things which would not have gone down well.
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Then I only slept in hour-long snatches, between trips to the toilet. Which given I drank very little yesterday at all means I'm now physically dehydrated as well as run-down. Heavy clothes, a hot drink, hot breakfast and sitting on a heater are failing to impart warmth. I may have to resort to a hot shower, although under the current circumstances I don;t really need one and I'd rather conserve the water.
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The wedding was nice, despite the cold and wet and the shadow of the weeks funeral which hung over proceedings at several points. The bride still rode in on a horse, the speeches were kept to a minimum, the main course was excellent (but the dessert course failed to live up, making me wish I had gone back for seconds of the first like many at my table), and since the groom had his foot in a moonboot the bride sang the first dance. I was able to get back to Chch at a reasonable time and in one piece despite nasty driving conditions. (Although as noted above that didn't really work out).
There were of course the inevitable questions about whether I had a girlfriend and when my wedding would be (I got some of those after the funeral as well) - my brother and I are the only two left unmarried. These always leave me bleak.
I suppose technically you could count eldest sister as unmarried again. [/black humour]
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I'm exhausted. Almost beyond caring. I attended the improptu not-quite-a-party after getting back to Chch last night but left shortly after the second wave of people arrived because my tolerance for drunken fools had been exhausted by the youngling I was seated next to at the wedding, and I was on the verge of saying some things which would not have gone down well.
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Then I only slept in hour-long snatches, between trips to the toilet. Which given I drank very little yesterday at all means I'm now physically dehydrated as well as run-down. Heavy clothes, a hot drink, hot breakfast and sitting on a heater are failing to impart warmth. I may have to resort to a hot shower, although under the current circumstances I don;t really need one and I'd rather conserve the water.
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The wedding was nice, despite the cold and wet and the shadow of the weeks funeral which hung over proceedings at several points. The bride still rode in on a horse, the speeches were kept to a minimum, the main course was excellent (but the dessert course failed to live up, making me wish I had gone back for seconds of the first like many at my table), and since the groom had his foot in a moonboot the bride sang the first dance. I was able to get back to Chch at a reasonable time and in one piece despite nasty driving conditions. (Although as noted above that didn't really work out).
There were of course the inevitable questions about whether I had a girlfriend and when my wedding would be (I got some of those after the funeral as well) - my brother and I are the only two left unmarried. These always leave me bleak.
I suppose technically you could count eldest sister as unmarried again. [/black humour]
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