Maid Of Honor

It’s Wednesday and I’m still feeling tired and drained, I think I haven’t had enough sleep last week; going to bed late and getting up early. I have a cold since Monday, I’m trying to fight it: I don’t need another sinus infection right now, that would be bad timing, but I feel dizzy, I’ve got cotton balls in my head, a runny nose and I seem to fall asleep all day long so hopefully it won’t get any worse…

I was fine until Sunday evening at the airport; we were waiting to get on the plane, waiting in line like cattle in a confinement barn. And of course there was the usual delay, this time about half an hour. There was a strong draft right on the back of my head and there was no way to escape it: I knew I would catch a cold. So here I am fighting the invisible intruders with lots of sleep and rest. I basically fall asleep whenever I sit on the couch and watch some TV. I can’t keep my eyes open, weird isn’t it?
Anyway, I promised some people an update so here it is, from what I can remember still… ;)

Saturday:
Early start, CH. had to go to the hairdresser to have her make-up and hair done. G., a friend of CH. came over and started to decorate the front door. I got up, made coffee and wrote a post on here. I had about two hours to get ready and dressed. CH. would be back at 11.30 and I had to be ready by then because I had help her change into her wedding dress. We had tried it on yesterday and I had a serious struggle with the zipper of her bustiere [basque] I was afraid to pull it since it could break, but it went smooth and quick on Saturday, no problems at all. When she was ready I checked the dress and to my surprise I saw something white in between the two layers of fabric, it was quite big [about 12 cm] and made of thick paper… it turned out to be the price tag! The people of the store where she bought her dress forgot to remove it, plain neglect isn’t it?

The carriage came to collect the couple at 13.00 and off they went, to the park to have their photos taken. We were expected at the church which was about 10 minutes drive from CH.’s place. From here it’s all a blur… The ceremony was performed by a government-sanctioned secular officiant, and took about 45 minutes to an hour. She addressed to the maids of honor and told us the reasons why CH. and TH. had chosen us to be their witnesses. CH. had chosen me, TH. had chosen J. It was a bit emotional to me especially when I was told that I was responsible for bringing them together as a couple [which I did]. Also the fact that I had designed their wedding invitation was mentioned. After the ceremony, J. and I had to sign the marriage licence; two of them and the register. Then it was time for champagne…

There was a reception after half an hour and the wedding cake was cut; a delicious cake! I’ve been talking with ex colleagues, friends, CH.’s family, my ex boss and his wife, friends of CH. and some other people. We had to leave a bit earlier because we were expected at this B&B up north. It took us about 45 minutes to get there by car. The lady of the house had to tell us the usual stuff that’s been told when you’re staying at a B&B but it had to be done so by the time she was finished showing me around it was after 18.00 already and we still had to change and get ready. We were supposed to be at the pub at 18.00 for dinner… It didn’t take long to get there though, CH. and TH. were late too, unfortunately their black cab broke down on the highway… We had dinner with 24 other guests, it was a great meal, I had all the food that I couldn’t have or didn’t have in the UK. *mmmmmmmmmm*

The party started after dinner till early in the morning and I had a great time dancing and making a total fool of myself [just like everyone else!]. It was a typical ‘Amsterdam’ party/reception with the type of music you can hear in the Dutch pubs; Dutch artists and Dutch songs. Hilarious! Although I didn’t know the lyrics so I couldn’t sing along like all the other people, I still had fun… We took a friend J. home to her B&B; she had no clue who she was, where she was or if she was being abducted by aliens, although she did kiss me goodnight at the front door, she must have recognised me all of a sudden… We walked home to our own B&B where I crashed completely as soon as I put my head on the pillow.

Sunday:
Got up at 08.30 and was ready for breakfast at 09.00. Ready… just not awake yet. Breakfast was lovely and I had some of my favourite Dutch things again like: beschuit and komijne- or Leidschekaas and ontbijtkoek [An Ontbijtkoek is a Dutch spiced cake. Rye is its most important ingredient, coloring the cake a lightish brown. It is often spiced with cloves, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg, and is occasionally served on a slice of bread. Mostly however, this “breakfast cake” is used in the morning with a little butter on top of a slice]. After breakfast I had to reorganise my suitcase; I had to give some stuff to AS. because my case was probably too full and too heavy.

We left about half an hour later and drove back to Amsterdam to meet up with DM. where we spent most of the afternoon. We also went for a walk in the forest [Amsterdams Bos] before we drove to Schiphol Airport. We wanted to be there early because of the bombs that were found in London and the one in Glasgow [security checks at Schiphol]. We arrived in the UK at 22.30 and got the train at 22.55, we came home around midnight. I was totally knackered!!! But it has been a great week!!!

Some pictures:















Covent Garden

I’m still working on my portfolio. I need to finish one online and a physical one and since I have a five years of backlog it seems to turn into a never ending story. Also because I’m working on both at the same time. I need to reorganise, rebuild websites so I can print them on photo paper and collect some of the freelance stuff that I’ve done over the years. I realised some of my stuff is still in the Lowlands in storage so I needed a workaround and decided to leave out some projects.
I had lunch with AS., the day started grey and cloudy but by the time I arrived at Tower Hill the sun was out and it was warm enough to sit outside. I waited for him at the gate and then we walked over to ‘Pret a Manger’ where we bought lunch, I had the mouth-watering Smoked Salmon and Egg sandwich [plus horseradish sauce] and a Mocca. I seem to be addicted to these sandwiches…
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We sat in the park enjoying the sun for an hour, talking and watch people, then AS. had to get back to work and I had to go to Covent Garden to the London Graphic Centre to exchange some protection sheets that I ordered a week earlier. They were delivered right on time but unfortunately with the wrong holes so I sent an email Wednesday evening and Thursday morning they called me to arrange something. I’m happy with the good service! While I was there I noticed a 55% discount on the Artcare portfolios so I got myself another A4 portfolio for only £ 11,- which is cheap! I paid a lot more in the Lowlands but I reckon that’s because it’s made in the UK…
When I went to Covent Garden the Circle Line train was suspended and I ended up having to use four trains just to get to Covent Garden, it was so crowded on the Piccadilly Line that people were waiting in the corridors and on the platforms, then when I finally arrived, the same crowd decided to get into the three elevators of Covent Garden: like cattle, no way I would go in the elevator so I decided to take the stairs instead, 193 steps to the top [193 x 22cm= 42 metres]. Boy… that’s the equivalent of climbing to the top of a 15-storey building. But I did it, better the climb up than packed like sardines in a tin. I was totally out of breath when I finally saw daylight again, I didn’t take a break, I kept climbing those endless spiral stairs.
I only severely f*@£$ up my knee again, just like I did climbing that munro in Scotland, but then again, it was all worth it… I had a great time walking around Covent Garden and took the train back at 15.30 before rush hour. When I got home, the sky had turned grey again but it didn’t matter, I had a lovely day!
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Covent Garden Tube Station
A tall man in a frock coat, tall hat and gloves is said to be pacing the tunnels and has been seen since the 1950s. When he appeared in the staff rest room the staff demanded a transfer – no wonder they look so miserable.
The ghost is supposed to be actor William Terriss who was fatally stabbed near the Adelphi Theatre in the Strand in December 1897. Apparently William regularly visited a baker’s shop which stood where today’s Tube station was built. It is also said that if you are on the last train he can be seen sitting in the next carriage along.
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