One week behind on the blogging now
and, I insist, with bally darn good reason, I'll have you know,
what?. See, I was Mr. Bradshaw, and I still am. But now Mrs.
Bradshaw is not just the name of my mum and Nana. It's also the name
of my girlfriend. Confused? Don't be. It's simple. Now she is my
wife. ...and together they are Mr & Mrs Bradshaw.
Consider this short post a place
holder. A welcome page to I Blog Every Day serving as the most
recent excuse/reason as to why I am not blogging every day. Married
on Monday, writing my speech the week before, hanging out with my
best mens's this weekend gone, and now on our short honeymoon break
in a luxury hotel in the middle of nowhere, beside beautiful Lough
Eske in County Donegal. I have a nice little laptop, gifted to me by
my bride on the morning of our wedding, and plenty of better things
to do than writing this. But what is this new laptop if not a tool
for writing?
A question I have no interesting in
answering. I don't think I've ever been this relaxed. Now it's time
to wander off to the bar, and face such difficult choices as to what
single malt Irish whisky to try, what delicious meal to have, whether
to sit in the sun under the blue sky, or whether to sit by the log
fire under the genuine Lucian Freud painting. More blogging to follow as and when I decide.
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