A couple of weeks ago I went to Edinburgh with my family (including our dog Loki) for my cousin’s wedding. This being a Frizzell family trip, things did not go to plan.
We were supposed to travel up early on the Friday (it’s a 7 hour drive from Winchester to Edinburgh, not including the loo/drink/fuel stops), attend the wedding on Saturday and participate in some highland games on the Sunday. However, Loki got himself all stressed out to the point of leaving a lovely mess (from both ends) on our cousin’s rug.
So, whilst my sister and I had a grand old time singing dulcet tunes in the car with Loki, including a marvellous rendition of Shaggy ‘Wasn’t Me’, my parents attended the wedding ceremony. We all went to the ‘lunch’ (fyi 5:30 is NOT lunch…I was dying of hunger), heard some classic anicdotes from the best men and then had to miss the party #ganstalife .
After a much needed workout, I packed up my stuff, spent 3 hours watching my dad run around some hay bales and lob a sand bag (he was in his element) and then endured 7 hours to reach home at 1 am.
Yeah, we really know how to party. Not. Enjoy x