We were at a wedding on Saturday last. It was ok. Just ok. The Bride was lovely, the Groom was pissed and the Best Man made an awful gaff with his speech. I don't know about you, but would one normally bring up the groom's ex-wife in a speech for a newly married couple? I thought not. That apart, the nibbles were lovely and the sparkling wine for the speeches was sublime. Our daughter started getting sleepy upset at about eight so thats when we made our excuses. When we had left the venue, of course she was fine and sat in her car seat as if to say "yes, I made you leave, but you're my bitches now".

So last night stayed dry. The place was empty and they had the audacity to ask for a deposit. There was us and a couple with their daughter and two women in lumberjack shirts that left while we were eating. I was completely over dressed but dressed how I would normally dress for going out to dinner somewhere like this. The food was ok but with so many diners, I got food envy even though my dishes were alright. He's gone down to collect a metal cupboard that you can bolt to the floor of a garage, or in our case, a cowshed, and fill it with power tools. So no one can get into it, you padlock the doors.

Not a very good morning here. Rain through the night and raining now. It not looking very good for the weather when we go out tonight with the other mums I met from the NCT class. We're going to Gilby's at Culverhouse Cross, near Cardiff. Its had mixed reviews on Cardiff Eating so I'm not expecting much.

We've been at the sheep again. This time its to stop the 'fly strike'. A horrible affliction when the flies lay eggs in the sheep wool and when the maggots hatch, they irritate the skin so much the sheep practically scratches itself to death. In the old days, they would have been dipped. Now its just a quick spray down the spine and under the tail with a pink liquid that makes them look as if they've had a pink mohikan. For lunch, a pork and white pepper sausage sandwich with lashings of Maille Dijonnaise.

Another early start this morning. He got a new work computer today. The best bit was that he got to go to Cardiff Fish Market so we got loads for supper. First up for tonights supper is the Garfish which looks a bit like a Pike. The flesh is so tasty, like mackerel but softer. The funny thing was the bones. They were bright blue.

During a very fraught morning call, while looking for some wine for his sister, he banged his head on the door frame. I didn't see it but heard it alright. Poor chap. It stems from being 6'4" tall and the door at its height being about 5'8".

An early start
He's been up for ages. Since 5am in fact. Doing fences and listening to the radio. When we got up, he'd already had two breakfasts. Let me explain a bit about us. We live in a remote farm in south Wales. Its very beautiful and so quiet its sometimes a little eerie, but we like that. We've got a baby girl who is so adorable just to watch but maybe every parent would tell you that. I'm a full time mum and homemaker and my husband works for a communications company and works the farm part time. He's lived here for about 4 or so years and I moved up to be with him from Essex in 2006. It was strange at first but I've got very used to it, now its just the people who are strange. I think that once you move somewhere with a different accent, it does take a while for you to settle but at least we don't have any neighbours close by. The seasons are very much defined and go around so quickly now