Well, I was dragged to a wedding shop (for want of a better phrase...) the other day. Mrs Ajarn looked absolutely stunning in her dress (yes, yes, but I didn't know I was supposed to look at it and give my approval - adapt and survive...). My outfit (I hesitate to mention that it appears to be made of erm... creamy-gold... silk...

) is obviously not very well tailored as it makes me look as though I've put on quite a bit of weight in the last few years. It has a mandarin collar which is a smidge tighter than I'd like, but I'm assured I won't have to wear it for more than about 3-4 hours... The upside is that it has (if I say so mayself) a rather fetching red and gold over-the-shoulder sash that is most... becoming. I will have to think about some decent shoes at some point, as I really don't think flipflops or sandals will cut the mustard.
Angela, although there was no tea and biscuits, it was actually a very pleasant (and blessedly brief - she only tried on two outfits, though to be fair she'd been there before with a friend) experience. The lady spoke no English and was therefore delighted (and astonished) by my fumbling efforts in Thai. Speaking of which, the Thai word for 'diet' is 'di-et'. I'm pretty sure I heard it mentioned in a rapid-fire conversation between Mrs Wedding Shop and Mrs Ajarn, followed by much raucous laughter. Of course, I was probably just imagining things...
The bad news is that it is customary to give gifts to all wedding guests

. The good news is that it is also customary that these gifts are cheesy and extremely cheap. Needless to say, however cheap the gifts, I'm scrutinising the guest list most carefully. Sheesh, they're getting a free lunch then a sunset dinner at sea, and free entertainment (I was lucky enough recently to become friends with a young couple (he Israeli, she Scottish) of singer/musicians, who have agreed to 'do their stuff' on the boat) - what more do they want??
OK, so that's the development on the wedding front. Don't expect another for some time.
One other little 'glimpse' for you. Mrs Ajarn has developed a habit of placing the occasional item on top of the fridge. Nothing very unusual about that, you might think. Mrs A, however, maybe 5' in her socks, can't actually
see the top of the fridge, so anything that is put there is instantly forgotten about.
I tend to open the fridge (this is the one with the ice in - we need two here, but that may just be because I drink too much) in the evening, after Mrs A has retired, and that's when I see these occasional bits and pieces. I mentioned it to her once or twice, but there's an odd 'loss of face' issue here that should never be overlooked, so now I simply put them on the dining table. It's taken me 51 years to learn some of the most basic strategy in Mars-Venus relationships. If I knew then what I know now... Of course, it helps that Mrs A is undoubtedly the sweetest, kindest and most thoughtful person I've ever had the pleasure to know.