Thursday, October 19, 2006

Scotland - where the thistles grow tall and the men wear skirts

OK so i know I'm a sucky blogger, but what can you do.

I am no longer a BM2B. The wedding 2 weeks ago was lovely thank you, the dress was girly, but it worked. I went to my sis in law's wedding thie weekend in the Burg of Jo and my man had to wear a kilt which as you can imagine i took great delight in. Sadly tradition states that men only go commando under a kilt when there is a king on the throne. Oh how I hoped all of last week that the queen would be ushered peacefully to her rest. Spared from the strain of public life, regally lead through the big pearly gates at last, ...But to no avail.

It seems, however, that a false rumour of the queen's passing must have circulated among the best men sometime later during the reception......

5 comments:

alet said...

aaaaah you looked lovely! Though I can't believe you came all the way to the vaal and didn't even say hi! Ai...

Caz said...

Ai alet. Ek wens ek kon! Jammer skat!!! Ek het gehoor jy en nats beplan 'n road trip... kom bly by my want ek het 'n warm duvet!

alet said...

Maar dis somer...

Caz said...

he he. it is sommer somer.

henno said...

Hehe, that's some weird ass symantics