Wedded Note

"Sexting you at the mental health talk seems counterproductive" blasts through the speakers and over the pews. Gasps. Giggles. Barely concealed shock from Sheffield City Council's Registrar.

The newly married couple tried repeatedly to clear their song choice beforehand, but didn't hear back. They watch their congregation as the chorus kicks in, the penny drops, and Self Esteem (daughter of Sheffield) belts out:
M-O-O-D-Y, You know I-I-I'll be moody for life!

Wow. Time flies. It's been a month since my last weeknote. I'm far less likely to write when actually doing things worth sharing:

• R and I drove to Exeter for a friend's birthday party. We helped them prepare beforehand by lending a hand to lay a floor(!), move in furniture, and bake pizza for 8 without a hob 💪 A truly fabulous 1940's themed cocktail party.
• I attended LeadDev. Mixed feelings. Some things to take away but it's hard to be excited by performance improvement plans and I prefer a smaller conference, I think, as it's easier to meaningfully meet new people. Although I did enjoy bumping into an old colleague.
• Days later, our wedding. We walked down the aisle together, gave a joint speech, and made it our own. It came together beautifully. Our People of Esteem helped hugely and brought all their skills and talents, they're the absolute best ❤️ Everyone danced till the end, counter to what R's data analysis predicted.
• We spent a couple of days in Malham to unwind. When we got back we went to a charity afternoon tea by Rahul (2018 Bake Off winner), raising money for Sheffield Children’s Hospital. Incredibly tasty and only £20!? Hurrah for a mid-week day off.
• Later, we Cèilidh 💃
• Tomorrow, probably tidying and intense, quit-everything-and-become-a-subsistence-farmer Sunday Blues.

That's all for now. I think I'm going to intentionally stop writing weeknotes again for a bit because I need to maintain some mystique. Moody mystique. And because I can't be arsed.