24 posts tagged “family”
To everyone who has wondered where I have been and to all those who have sent me msgs and I haven't got back to you I am very sorry.
Initially I was trying to catch up on some essential paperwork - not even remotely finished yet, but that had to be put on hold and it is still waiting for me.
Then it really all started - there has been family crisis after family crisis.
Just when I thought I would be back here to say hello, Hubby had other plans. He had a heart attack on Tuesday and had to be flown to Melbourne. I followed down by car with our eldest son and we returned on Friday to do things which couldn't be put off. Hubby came back home last night with our 2nd eldest son.
Luckily when the heart attack occurred, we did every thing right and got an ambulance immediately and he was given treatment straight away at our local hospital which dissolved the clot very quickly. So it looks as if damage to the heart is minimal.
His specialist (he has never had a specialist before) said even if Hubby had lived on lettuce for all of his life he still would have had a heart attack, as it appears there is a strong genetic link. Now his brothers and sister need to have stress tests, as does his cousins on his mother's side. Eventually as the children get to around the age of 40, they too will need to be monitored.
We now have to have a his and hers section to our medicine cabinet, as we are now on about an even par with the number of medications we take.
We have been very lucky our family has been there every step of the way and are still helping out at this very moment.
I hope everyone else is doing well.
I need to blend into the background for a bit as my medical treatment is giving me a bit of a hard time at the moment. So a rest from controversial subjects and lengthy debates is the order of the day, week, month or as long as I can keep my big mouth shut.
Great photo isn’t it. From what I have read up about this photo, it hasn’t been photoshopped and it is an example of some excellent body art.
Now speaking of keeping one’s mouth shut and blending into the background, I wish Hubby’s Mum understood that concept. I had a very embarrassing time at the doctor’s with her yesterday.
I took Hubby's Mum for her 6 monthly check up. Anyway she is deaf and she speaks LOUDLY and she is VERY opinionated, which can be a bad combination in confined areas. So she decided to let lose in the doctor’s waiting room with her opinions on the Australian Government’s apology to the indigenous communities in regards to the “Stolen Generation”.
For those who don’t realise where I live, I do live in a town which has a reasonable population of indigenous people. Also one of the receptionists at the doctors is a lovely lady who has indigenous heritage.
So off goes
Mother in full throttle on a loud tirade about how wrong the PM was to make the
apology, and he needs to recant his apology and say that most of the indigenous
people were saved and not taken. If that was not enough and trust me it was
already well and truly too much, then she starts by stating loudly how she likes
the full blooded aboriginals, but she doesn't like the “part” aboriginals – she
doesn’t even know one aboriginal but anyway she knows!
She went on and on and on.
So what was I doing this whole time, besides looking for the closest exit or a shovel to dig a hole to bury myself in?
Well I was disagreeing with her in the hope people would realise I did not agree with her and they would just take her words as words of an elderly lady, who has lost all sense of tact, and therefore if there were any indigenous people sitting behind us, they wouldn’t become too upset and confront us. I was also praying that the lovely indigenous receptionist was at lunch while all of this was happening. She wasn't on the counter, but later I did see her around at the back of reception. I really hope she wasn’t privy to Mother’s ‘conversation’.
Later on 3 indigenous Aussies did turn up in the waiting room; thank God she had stopped her rant by that stage!
I may have to have a quiet word with her before I take her back to have blood tests and then another time to get the results - I don't want to go through that again. The problem is she won’t remember she has already had this rant with me and she may do it again and again. The other alternative is that someone else can take her. Maybe hubby can take her, given he thought it was a great joke.
Old people they seem to totally lose tact, think no one else can hear them and they KNOW they are right and they are not afraid to tell anyone who they corner!
I do love her though.
My apologies to
any indigenous Aussies for my Mum in-law’s lack of tact and understanding – she
is 90, so I think we shall give her a “Get of Jail Free” card.
Today is said to be the day women can ask men to marry them and it was on this day 12 years ago that I asked my man to marry me. Hubby can be a bit unsure of himself at times and I figured if I waited for him to pop the question it could be a long way off. So when the opportunity arose on the 29th February 1996, I jumped at the opportunity. We had only been seeing each other for 6 months, but we knew we were meant for each other.
I queried Hubby last night if he even remembered how I proposed and he knows I did, but he can't remember how. No there wasn't any engagement ring, as we had both been married before and we didn't think that was necessary. I did not get down on bended knee and pop the question, as I think that is a man's job not a woman's job when it comes to asking for a hand in marriage.
My method was simple. I organised with a florist to deliver six long stemmed red roses, yes only six the intention was twelve but they were too expensive! So I settled for six, the cheapskate that I am. There was a romantic card attached and I am not sure exactly what I said, but there was a proposal of marriage in there.
Anyway my man did say yes. He met me after work to say yes.
So a year to the day after my proposal we were married. However not on the 29th February, but on the 1st March 1997. We couldn't get married on the 29th February 1997 because that date didn't exist.
So tomorrow is our eleven year wedding anniversary and we couldn't be happier with our marriage.
We were married on the side of Mount Little Higginbotham which is near Mount Hotham in North Eastern Victoria, Australia.
We both love the mountains, so we decided to get married up in the mountains. It took a lot of enjoyable research to find the right spot. The spot which we chose was under a snow gum and it looked down over a huge valley with a mountain on the other side. The joke was that if one of the guests was against the marriage they could have just pushed one of us over the side of the mountain and down into the valley below.
We were married by the church minister who was my church minister when I was a teenager and she just as luck would have it, happened to be living in Mount Beauty at the time, which is a town situated below Mount Hotham and she was happy to make the trip up the mountain to marry us.
Given we were getting married in the mountains we decided to wear clothes associated with the Mountain Cattlemen. So R.M. Williams moleskins, shirts and boots were the order of the day.
The weather was perfect, a mild 20C which is excellent weather for the mountains at that time of the year. We were very lucky because according to the relatives who stayed up on the mountain, the next day the mountain was completely fogged in.
I scanned this photo this morning from a large print and I have only just noticed that Kalyn has got something tucked under her shirt - I think it must be her jumper?
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Okay a quick update.
I just came across thi video and I had to post it here.
So girls here is how you do it!
Well our son and daughter in-law have been married for a month now and I am finally getting around to writing the final chapter in the wedding saga.
I will try and keep this as brief as possible.
For those of you who have been keeping track of this 'exciting' tale you will know that the period leading up to the blessed event was not an easy journey. You will also remember that I had a problem with being on the bridal table and feeling like I would be sticking out like a sore thumb and daughter in-law to be, would not be talked out of the idea so we did end up on the bridal table. The result - I am very happy and proud to say that it was an honour and a privilege to be on the bridal table. It was rather embarrassing at first, as we were announced into the room with all eyes staring at us, but at least we were the second couple to enter the reception hall, as the bride's parents were announced first. After feeling rather disappointed with the wedding ceremony itself due to feeling like we weren't a part of it, the fact that we were on the bridal table and that the night itself was a fantastic night, well and truly made up for the disappointment of the ceremony.
A great night was had by all. The groom got through the night with his bout of bronchitis by taking 'cough mixture shots' throughout the night. The father of the bride survived his pneumonia and I believe he has made a fully recovery and didn't need to be re-admitted to hospital. Of course his arm is still pinned and plated and he is still recovering from his accident.
The bride got no sleep on the wedding night :)
Sorry too much information :0
She would have gladly moved into another room if she could have, as her new husband coughed the entire night, hence no sleep :)
The happy couple put their honeymoon off for a week due to father of the bride's pneumonia and groom's bronchitis.
Now my intention was not to write about the honeymoon, but I am afraid that I really need to, as seriously the poor couple really had a horrendous run of bad luck leading up to the wedding, so why should the honeymoon be any different.
Unbelievable!
They headed to South Australia and were booked into a beautiful studio apartment with a spa, a view, queen size bed and all of the modern conveniences one would expect. They were travelling from Melbourne and their destination was about 8 hours drive away. When they got to their accommodation venue the reception office was close it shut at 4pm???????? When they finally found some one to check them in, they were told that the place had over booked - Grrrrrrrrrr. But not too worry, they would be upgraded to a two bedroom unit. Well it appears that what we would call an upgrade, is not what the owners of this 'accommodation place' would call an upgrade. It was a two bedroom joint which looked like it hadn't had a thing done to it for 20 years, the bed was only a double size bed and as my son put it, the appliances looked like they came from the Reject Shop and would be lucky to cost about $8AU per item. The remote control TV, did not have a remote and the TV reception was not the best and it had two 'bunny ears' on top of the TV for an aerial which needed to be continually adjusted to get some type of a television experience.
They were so glad to get home to their brand new queen size bed.
They are now happily married and back at work.
The end!
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So there you have it. There are a few other photos in the album if you are interested.
One chapter ends and now it is onto a new chapter..........................
Well we eventually arrived at the 1st destination for the official photos. First stop was Footscray Park. It was very cold and the ground was very wet, so the dresses were getting quite wet and dirty around ground level.
The first photos were of the bride/groom with the bride's parents. For those of you who may not have read an earlier episode of "The Wedding" the father of the bride (Michael) had pneumonia and should have been in hospital. He had also had a work accident about 5 weeks before the wedding and was still recovering from two broken ribs, a broken nose and a broken arm in three places - which required extensive surgery. So once those photos were taken Michael went back to one of cars and tried to stay warm.
Then it was our turn to have some family photos taken. Sorry I haven't got any of them yet so you can't see me, you will see one of me that is quite blurry when I release the reception photos. The problem with being the "photographer" in the family is that I miss out quite often on getting into many photos. I am not one that likes to have my photo taken, however I do realise that for family history's sake I do need to be in some of them.
The videographer had to help me rearrange my wilting flower that I had struggled to pin onto my outfit. I was so happy to get rid of that flower arrangement.
I took a few photos over the official photographer's shoulder and some of my own. Then we decided to leave them to it. After Footscray Park they were supposedly heading to Docklands, but the limo driver quite correctly thought that was a silly idea because of the football traffic, so they headed onto Williamstown Beach.
We drove Michael to his house so that he could rest before the reception and we got stuck in some very slow moving traffic. Once we dropped him off we then we headed back to our motel and rested for 45 minutes and then off to the reception which thankfully was only a 5 minute drive away. For those of you who may know Melbourne this is an idea of the driving we did on this day. We stayed at Fawkner, drove to Melton South (45minutes) to meet the groomsmen, then to Maidstone for the wedding (40mins), to Footscray Park (15 minutes), to St Albans (30minutes) then back to Fawkner (30 minutes). Thank God for the "Ring Road Fwy"
Okay time for some more photos.
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Yes another chapter to "The Wedding". Hey it is not everyday your son gets married, so I have to milk it for all it is worth.
Okay I have a confession to make, but I always try to be honest even when it comes to weddings. I have to admit that I was rather disappointed in the wedding ceremony, but on the bright side the reception made up for it.
So why was the mother of the groom so disappointed, well if you are interested I shall tell you.
I actually love weddings and I am usually one of those people who cry at weddings. I was armed with a small packet of tissues and I never had to use them - so that is how disappointing the ceremony was, I didn't cry!
The flower girl was my granddaughter and her mother (my daughter in-law - Xena) had to sit in the pew on the bride's side of the church just behind where Ursula (flower girl) would be sitting for some of the ceremony. Xena didn't want to be sitting alone so she wanted me to sit with her and I did, but it meant that we were at the far end of the pew away from the isle and Maria's parents were also sitting in the same pew but right on the isle. Because of where we were sitting we weren't able to see the bride and groom where they sat for most of the service, they sat on a twin seat well to the side of the centre of the church over on the groom's side of the church (where I should have been). Once it was time to say their vows, once again it was difficult to see them or hear them. Then when it was time to sign the register at the end of the service, well we didn't get to see that at all, in fact the only people who would have seen it was the priest, the bride and groom, the attendants and the photographer and the videographer. Everyone else in the church got to see the backs of the photographer and the videographer, there was no opportunity to take our own photos or see the signing actually taking place. I will be honest, I did not feel a part of the ceremony at all. During the service the priest said, "I wonder what wedding's would be like without photos and videos to remind us of the day, that is why we have the rings to remind us of the day and the vows that were taken on the day." I think you know what I was also thinking by the end of the ceremony, "Yes if we didn't have photographers and videographers we might have actually seen some of the ceremony!" The other issue was that because we were stuck well away from the isle, when the service was over and the happy couple were walking down the isle, there was no opportunity for me to congratulate them. Anyway I am not speaking at of school so to speak, as they do know of my disappointment. Okay enough personal bitching, lets get on with the event.
The bride was beautiful and I love her dearly and my son could not have picked a better bride to match him. I am very sure that they will be happy together.
Poor Quinn he really was suffering with his bronchitis poor lad, when it came time to say the vows he started to have a coughing fit before he had even spoken a word. The priest had to go out the back and find a glass of water for him before he could proceed. Anyway the bits that I did actually get to see showed a very happy groom and you can see it in his eyes, in one of the rare photos I was able to take during the service.
Son Leigh had to give a Bible reading and at one point he stumbled on the words. I found out later that he was trying not to laugh. Apparently during the Holy Communion son Ben nearly broke out laughing, when Maria had her sip from the communion goblet she tipped it in such a way that it made it look like she was taking a huge swig of the contents, but in reality there was hardly anything in the large goblet and she needed to nearly tip it vertical to drink the contents.
When it was time to leave the church we all filed out after them and it just started to lightly rain, so we all waited for the shower to pass and it did after a few minutes. Then a few photos of the bridal party and parents were taken on the steps of the church.
Then we all discovered why the bride had to be on time! As we were all filing out of the church two stretch limos turned up just to one side of the main church doorway and their contents were the groom and his men for the next wedding! So we felt like we were all getting pushed out of the way and there was virtually no time for people to mingle and congratulate the newly weds. No time for photos outside the church. So it was a quick dash to get the bridal party into their cars and we had to go with them to the official photo location so that family photos could be taken.
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Thursday 16th August 2007
This is the day we headed for Melbourne.
Hubby took son Ben (everyone is getting a name from now on instead of a letter that represents their name) to school so that he could attend morning classes. While Hubby was dropping Ben off, it was my job to get the dogs organised to go to the boarding kennel. First step grab their vaccination certificates and I just looked at them to make sure they were ..... in ...... order.
"OH NO!!! Houston we have a bloody big problem!"
The kennel cough vaccination had expired for both dogs! How did I let that slip by?????? I was sure that they were fully vaccinated until October/November. Oh shit I have screwed up. Okay what to do, what to do????? Calm down Chezza, just CALM DOWN. All I wanted to do was sit on the kitchen floor with my head between my knees and stay there, but I realised that this was not going to solve my current dilemma.
Okay battle stations we need a plan of attack. First step phone the dog kennel and see what can be done, no answer on their main phone and no answer on the mobile phone - great! Next step leave a message on their main answering machine. Okay lets try the Vet and see what they have to say, I got onto the receptionist/nurse and she wasn't sure if the kennel would accept the dogs, but they may be prepared to have them confined to one area. If needs be we could get the dogs vaccinated this morning but it probably wouldn't solve the issue. Still no answer back from the kennel. I figured that if worse came to worse I was sure our neighbour would feed our dogs while we were away.
Hubby arrives home to my announcement. To be honest I think he was quite pleased that I had made a mistake.
Still no phone call from the kennel, well I couldn't wait any longer so I tried their mobile again, yes finally a human voice. So I sheepishly told her my woeful tale. She was sure that the dogs wouldn't be able to stay if they got the live vaccine up the nostrils, but she thought that there may be an injectable form of the vaccination which may help. So she phoned our vet to discuss the situation. Tick Tock went the clock as I waited and waited for a reply.
The phone rang, not her. The phone rang again, still not her, by the way that phone kept ringing all morning until we left for Melbourne, at one point I took it off the hook for half an hour. The phone rang and Hubby answered and it was the kennel lady and she said to Hubby, "I have good news", so he handed the phone over to me.
She checked her records and according to her records the dogs were fully vaccinated until mid November, she rang the vet and according to her records the dogs were fully vaccinated until mid November. Yes the dogs were fully vaccinated until mid November, the vet had started using a new vaccination for kennel cough and the corresponding sticker which gets put onto the vaccination cards is a smaller sticker and it just has in very small print KC5 and the sticker is so small that it was hidden under the stickers for all of the other vaccinations. The old sticker used to be a big sticker which said, "Broncoshield."
Oh deary me what a kerfuffle.
I think the rest of the trip to Melbourne went very well. Just after 10pm we went to bed and the mobile phone rang and it went to message bank. The message was from eldest son Leigh who was the best man, he was having writer's block. We decided to let him have writer's block as it was too late at night and we knew he would sort it out and he did.
Friday 17th August 2007
Quinn's last day of freedom - if you could call it a day of freedom.
Okay this was to be basically a day of rest for me, I ended up having one hours rest for the day and wasn't feeling too well as the day wore on.
Quinn and Maria (Groom and Bride) had a big busy day ahead of them, they had a lot to do in not much time. I heard from Quinn at about 10am and was told that they would meet us at the reception venue at about 2.30 to 3pm for us to help set up the venue and also set up our wishing well. We were all going to meet at their house at about 6.30pm for a rehearsal.
11.15am and Quinn is on the phone totally stressed out. He was at Sunshine Hospital's A&E with Maria and Maria's father Michael. Michael had been running a temperature of 40C all week and would not go to the doctor until on the day before his daughter's wedding he had no choice because he was becoming so ill. Quinn had not done a thing as far as getting anything done for the wedding. While on the phone Maria's sister Suzie and mother Anna arrived and Quinn figured it was a good time to leave and get things happening, but Maria didn't want to leave until her father had been seen by a doctor. So I just told him, you just have to go without her if she won't leave. Anyway she did leave - she had no choice really as it was her wedding the next day. Michael was admitted to hospital with pneumonia and was placed on IV antibiotics and was told that if he checked himself out it was at his own risk. He checked himself out that night with oral antibiotics and was told to see his regular GP on Monday. So far he has survived and he saw his regular GP on Tuesday and is improving. But he was not a well man for the wedding.
Quinn was not well either, he too was on antibiotics for bronchitis, so he was continually coughing his lungs out.
My parent's arrived in Melbourne at about 2.30pm and were staying at the same motel as us.
We met Quinn and Maria at the reception venue at about 5pm and helped set up what needed to be set up. We decided not to head to their place afterwards for the rehearsal as it was just too much travelling. But we discovered that Ben was meant to be over at Quinn's the next day by 10.30am for video footage of the groomsmen getting dressed for the big day, that was not in our plans. Luckily Hubby's sister offered to take him over, it was a 45 minute drive over to Quinns and it would have made it too big a day for me if we had of gone over there that early. But at least it wasn't as bad as the bridesmaids, they had to be over at Maria's parents house by 6am which meant our daughter Kalyn had to be out of bed at 4.30am. I did wake up at 4.30am and thought of her and then went back to sleep.
Saturday 18th August 2007
The wedding day.
We got to Quinn's place at about midday to find all of the men not even dressed in their finery, eating hamburgers and sausages, drinking a bit of alcohol and not a care in the world. I had been given strict instructions by Maria that I had to make sure that Quinn got to the church on time. Okay boys, the wedding starts at 2pm, there is road works all along our route, I want you to aim to be at the church half an hour before the wedding so we need to leave at 12.45pm. Thankfully one of the groomsmen agreed with me and another conceded after the wedding that I had made the right call. Who would have thought it would be so difficult getting grown men organised and out the door on time.
I was given a rose to wear, which didn't want to sit properly, I just got it sorted out and Quinn told me he has given me the wrong one, mine should have two rose buds not just one. Arggghhhh it was too heavy for my outfit and I was fighting with that twin set of rose buds right up until before the reception when it was "sadly" wilting and I just had to discard it.
Okay we left Quinn's house at 1pm and when I say, "we" I mean Hubby and I, the boys were stuffing around with their cars and in the end I just said, "let's go, hopefully we will meet them there - I give up!"
The boys got to the church at about 1.35pm and luckily it wasn't too much later, as Quinn had the booklets for the order of service that needed to be handed out to the guests as they arrived. He also needed to be wired up to a microphone.
The bride arrived on time. We found out later she had to arrive on time ....................................
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My cold is clearing up, so now I just have to hope that it doesn't trigger a worsening of my ME/CFS symptoms. My legs are starting to feel a bit shaky; we will see what tomorrow brings. I intend on having an early night in preparation for our trip to Melbourne tomorrow. The dogs have to get dropped off at the kennels in the morning, Son B will go to school in the morning and then we will head off once he is let out for lunch, so we should be in Melbourne by 4.30pm at the latest.
The wishing
well is finished, yes it is finished and in my opinion the bride and groom
should be very happy. Hubby and I are happy with it anyway - so that
is good. I haven't been able to take any photos yet; hopefully I
will take some here before we leave for Melbourne tomorrow and then some
at the reception place when we set it up and again during
the reception.
As for us, well I think we are organised, except for packing our bags. Hubby still needs to get his suit pants taken up but that is his department. Oh and we need to cut the men's belts down to the right size. Simple.
Sometime Friday afternoon we will go with bride and groom to the reception venue to drop off the things they need to and we will set up the wishing well. Friday evening there will be a quick rehearsal at groom's place and hopefully it won't be too late.
On Saturday we will head over to groom's place before lunch and after lunch head to the church. Bride has given me the job of making sure that groom gets there on time. I figure we will aim to be there about a half an hour before the wedding starts which is due to be at 2pm. We will aim to be there early just in case something goes wrong.
The weather for Saturday is a few showers and 14C, well that could mean anything as this stage. Hopefully the showers will hold off until after the photos.
Anyway everyone, I hope you all have a great weekend. We plan to!
Oh to my friends out there, don’t feel obliged to say anymore congratulatory comments, I just thought I would give those who maybe interested a final update. I can hear a collective sigh of relief – finally she has gone!
Hi everyone.
Just a quick hello to say that for those of you who have left comments, sent me messages and have sent me posts, I am sorry that I haven't got to them yet. Also sorry for not visiting your digs for a bit. I have been very busy with the wedding preparations and of course everything else one has to do in life.
The wedding preparations are on track and the wishing well is taking shape very nicely. There will be photos when it is completed - one week to go!
I am not feeling so well and haven't been for the past 3 days, it does appear that I am in for another cold. I do not need a cold right now, but beggars can't be choosers and I had one leading up to my Pop's funeral so why should a wedding be any different. Many of you will know that a cold for me can bring about a severe relapse of my ME/CFS, so I have to be very careful and rest as much as possible. Anyway I shall cross my fingers that it won't effect me too much.
I am still concerned about my son, the up coming groom. He is still having severe dizzy spells and I want further testing to rule out any other causes for his severe dizziness. I am pretty sure that I have convinced him.
I am not sure if I have already mentioned this but, the parent's of the bride and groom will NO LONGER be on the bridal table, YIPPEE YAHOO! The bride has been talked around. We will now be on the table closest to the bridal table.
Anyway I have just looked at the clock and it is time to gargle some Betadine Sore Throat Gargle and spray some Vicks First Defence up my nose - No I am not getting an endorsement fee for this "product placement". Then I think I shall watch, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", in preparation for next week's "Grand Italian Wedding".
I am not sure when I shall be back, take care everyone.
Robitussin - It Ain't gonna fix this!
Okay the forthcoming wedding of my 2nd son has now reached a critical point! There is only two and a half weeks until the wedding, but to my horror I have realised that we only have two weeks to have everything prepared, as we are heading to Melbourne on the Thursday. So if I don't get a lot of things done, I shall not be sitting on the bridal table - yes that would be a blessing, however I may be sitting in the corner with a dunces hat on!
In the previous wedding update I wrote about the unfortunate accident that the bride's father experienced. The good news is that he appears to be mending well.
Unfortunately another health spanner has been thrown into the works of the wedding. This time it is the groom, yes our son. He has not been feeling well for the past month or so, but it seems his poor health was not due to pre-wedding jitters or the extra stress that the sister of the bride was placing on everyone - anyone would think it was her wedding!
The groom unfortunately has just been diagnosed with haemochromatosis. For those who are not familiar with this illness, it as a genetic illness where the excess iron in the body is not excreted from the body and therefore it builds up to toxic levels. Hopefully he has been diagnosed before the excess iron has caused any damage to major organs. The treatment is very simple, he will have to have blood taken from him on a regular basis i.e. similar to donating blood. One major hurdle to get over though, this is a man who from early childhood has had an intense phobia to needles of any kind. We are talking about a major phobia. I think he will get used to the idea, after all he has little choice.
This Saturday is the buck's night. Because he is feeling rather unwell he has conned some one from Melbourne to drive him up to it. I don't think it is going to be a big night some how. Hopefully he will be feeling better on the day of his wedding.
Okay I really must dash as I have a lot to do. First job is to get started on is making the wishing well, gee I hope