Expectations

On Sun­day Wal, Squidge and I went to Der­byshire.  We took pre­cious moments away from the bath­room remodel to look at a loca­tion for our wed­ding.  We had booked a table for Sun­day lunch and were look­ing for­ward to it.  I think we all had dif­fer­ent expec­ta­tions of our after­noon.  I was look­ing for­ward to show­ing Wal the  beau­ti­ful house and talk­ing about what I wanted. Wal I sus­pect was look­ing for­ward to a tra­di­tional Sun­day lunch.  Squidge was dream­ing of run­ning around and play­ing hide and seek.  All of our expec­ta­tions were met yes­ter­day.  It was a glo­ri­ously sunny after­noon.  The weather could not have been bet­ter and Cress­brook Hall shined.  Lunch was fan­tas­tic, starter, main and dessert– nom nom nom.  We ran around a lit­tle bit w/ Squidge.

We chat­ted about what would hap­pen, where it would hap­pen and when I couldn’t answer some of Wal’s ques­tions we spoke to Bobby who owns the Hall.  She made Wal com­fort­able and answered all of his ques­tions.  We ten­ta­tively reserved the date with promises to call Bakewell Reg­is­trars office to book them.  After book­ing the reg­is­trar we were to con­firm our reser­va­tion w/ a deposit, Wal was OK with this.  We went home and about an hour after we got home Bobby called.  She called to say that her daugh­ter had taken a book­ing for the day we wanted…sorry…unfortunate…better to tell you sooner rather than wait until tomorrow…blah…blahh. blaaaaah…

To say I’m dis­ap­pointed would be an under­state­ment.  I almost cried.  My reac­tion to this set­back pissed me off.  It’s just a feck­ing wed­ding.  Wal and I have been together for a while. We have a child together.  We want another child.  We’re plan­ning on buy­ing a new house.  This whole marriage/wedding thing is not going to fun­da­men­tally change our lives.  I don’t have any idea why I’m allow­ing myself to get sucked into this emo­tional roller­coaster.  There are other dates avail­able.  I’m going to talk to Wal tonight and see what he thinks.  If it begins to get all weird and bridezilla-ish well just for­get all about it and con­tinue to live in sin.

While we were up in the Peak Dis­trict we decided to do a lit­tle ‘splorin.  It really is pretty up there when the sun is shining.