Don't you just love the English weather?

After 10 years of throwing parties outside in Lawn Close, the weather finally turned against us. From when we started preparing at 6:30am on Monday morning, it was raining, blowing a gale and temperatures were not far above freezing. When you have 150 people coming over for a spot of lunch, all we needed was a bit of sunshine and a mild climate (similar to the South of France) Well it wasn't to be and throughout the day the Great British Weather continued to batter us and our guests. Although a few people chose not to venture out, we still had a fantastic turnout and I can only guess that the cold and wet made people hungrier as both the pig and paella were well and truly demolished. I believe a great time was had by all and must thank my dad for his efforts with the pig, uncle Glyn for the use of chairs and the sound system, Ross for lugging everything out and Jane for putting up with chaos and stress on top of moving house. I could run off a list of all the people that helped out but this is a blog not a novel and my typing skills keel over after the first 500 words so thanks to everyone for everything including cards and presents.