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I saw this image and thought of my love for you.

Best,

Rebecca

… I have a cold and I’m really grinding out this entry, inspiration-wise. Also I apologise, the formatting here needs an exorcism. It’s less Web 2.0 and more Web 0.3 Beta off the front of Amiga Format.

In any case, some things;

i. I (we! Matthew came too!) got engaged recently, I guess you’d like to hear about that?

So there’s a picture of me and the better third and my amusing topknot at Northcote Manor, taken specifically with the intention of replicating our last couple-in-bathroom-mirror shot, which was taken hilariously in a Travel Lodge, viz;

… I look like an ass. Anyhow, this neatly illustrates how Matthew likes to maintain that he’s taking me up in the world, and so forth. Whatever, look at my rock;

I guess that fulfils the requirements; if you’d like me to gush over how blissful everything is then you can get me drunk first.
Further items that come to mind;
ii. This laptop needs defragging, by the sound of it.
iii. I need some toast, by the sound of it.
iv. Matthew proposes a wedding list of B&Q vouchers. This is vulgar, Y/Y?
v. Check back soon for further posts re. my Inevitable Prenuptial Starvation Diet, Where We Last Found Gaffer Tape, and Why We Can’t Have David Icke Officiate.