The wedding dress is packed

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Lindos

Don't panic...not mine! Well.....can you really see me in a wedding dress?! Twice I have walked that route and on neither occasion did I wear a dress, I'm not about to start that dress wearing malarky now, in fact, I don't recall even owning a dress since I was about ten years old!

So who's wedding dress is it?

I mentioned a day or two ago, in my post about Ditto's second home, that A&W, her second set of 'parents', where about to go off on holiday, though not just any old holiday, this one is special.

This afternoon, full of excitement, we waved them off on the first leg of their journey, a road trip to Newcastle, for a one night stay before they board a flight early tomorrow morning to Lindos.... where next Friday they are to be married in a little chapel high on the hill.

This wedding has been a fair time in the planning stages, I didn't ever realise just how complicated it is to tie the knot overseas despite the travel operators apparently 'running the show' there seemed to remain a great deal of red tape to be fought through.

But the hard work is now done on the organisation front and all that remains is a week lying in the sun before they take their vows infront of a few friends and family. We will not be there of course but I am excited for them just the same, I may have a checkered history myself in the marital department but that doesn't prevent me from believing in the ethos or from getting that kind of warm glowing feeling that one gets with happy endings and weddings.

There is only one aspect I don't envy .......... 'A' will be wearing a kilt for the day, in thirty or so degrees of heat! For those who have never been in close proximity to said item of clothing, let me tell you, they are about twenty pounds of very hot and heavy wool fabric!

No way, I would be getting married in shorts!