The Shervington's are growing.

I now have two sisters, and two brothers. I feel immensly well off for siblings. Rachel, welcome to the random and often surprising world of the Shervington family.

My brother's wedding last weekend was great craic. Hazel and I stayed at the lovely friendly welcoming house of the Frames, a couple from Pete's church. They fed us immensly well, gave us copious cups of tea and chatted almost non-stop to us, about most things under the sun. All in all, it was really very special.

The wedding itself was fantastic, a highlight (if you can have highlights in a wedding, and I'm not sure you can since its all pretty marvellous) being the piece of music played during the signing of the register. Rachel's brother is in the Royal Marines band, so we were treated to a recording specially written piece played by the Royal Marines band itself.

It was great too to see so many relations, most of whom I had last seen at my sis's wedding in August.
By the time of the reception, my ushering duties were mostly done so it was a very pleasant time of catching up with various folks and having an engaging conversation with one of Rachel's friends about evolution. The speeches were not only absolutely priceless comedy but also rather moving - oh, and rather than a toast, Peter preferred to produce a toaster and offer slices of toast to anybody who wished to join him.