Whilst waiting for the msu results and bunging in everything I could think of. I washed the cardigan I had used for extra protection for discombobulated bladder. Then it was off to nephew’s wedding. We parked in a field, in the rain, negotiated an electric fence, warmed up in the church and stepped in a puddle or 20 as we walked to the reception. Nearly all of us were there. Poor O still in a proper poorly way so sadly they all stayed home. As for the rest of us we chatted and mingled. BFG and I admitted to each other we were feeling rough. So we took ourselves off for a secret shot. We poured iced water. Added to dissolvable paracetamol each and whilst that fizzed away toasted our good health.  I tell you we know how to party! We did get a few strange looks.

Making sure I kept bladder empty was fun. The portaloos were up a muddy field or through a muddy puddle. Never one to mind a quick swim I took the latter option as often as I could. Hitching the blue dress and plunging through puddles and fences. Then as politely early as we could, old D, young D and I took it upon ourselves to head back with baby H. And so to bed. Hurrah. Leaving the others to bop the night away. So still no results and now a hacking cough…the rain and the electric fence wot did it!