WeeManDan

Had a really good fun evening back in Oxfordshire last night seeing the fireworks display at Steeple Aston. It’s something of an annual event and being at Reading rather than Portsmouth means its not really too far to drive for an evening. It was very good fun, seeing some of my family and spending time with them. No doubt Kita enjoyed chatting to a couple of her bridesmaids, organising when they’re going to get their dresses.

Also, we asked my sister to sing for our first dance. Whilst I’ve more-or-less moved out of home now her singing has come on incredibly well. If I remember rightly, quite possibly wrongly, she has now passed her Grade 5, it’s possibly higher, I can’t remember! I’m not positive as to what the song will be yet, Kita has one in her head that I need to listen to, to form an opinion on. All being well the plan is to ask Chris (brother) to form a small band to start the evenings entertainment at the reception and have a DJ/PA equipment, depending on what we can afford going on later into the night.

That’ll be quite nice and cool to have my brother and sister both in the same band for my wedding dance

Anyhow, it was a great evening, really enjoyable but then on the way home I hit a large-ish muntjac deer. It was really gutting, I could see it in that slow motion kind of way but just couldn’t shurg off enough speed or swerve enough to stop the inevitable. It’s a strange kind of thing, you do all you can (there was nothing else on the road) and yet the collision still happens.

The deer wasn’t on the road as we left, no doubt limped off into the night, not that there is a lot we could have done for it. Kita’s a nervous enough passenger at the best of times, something I far too often forget and so that didn’t really help and me. Well, just the sound of screeching tyres, the slow motionness and crunch of the hit, yeah, it bought an awful lot of memories back. Been quiet all this morning.

Gutted.

Dan