
Yes, they do. Very much. I worse stupid heeled shoes to the wedding on Saturday and regretted it at midnight staggering back through York. Each step was agony and I nearly had a strop, but kept my cool until we got back to Heworth, where I fell asleep and woke up drunk. I didn't feel drunk before see. I think it's a peculiar alcohol thing with weddings that you never realise that you are wasted until the next day.
Wedding was very nice, in an old old church called St Olvae's near the Musuem Gardens. Amusingly, all the black-clad hung around the back of the church and then spent the reception at the same table. I think all the horn-throwing may have put the pastel clad masses off so the seating plan was inspired. We hijacked the DJ for a bit too, and got Metallica and the Prodigy played, so I had a boogey.
I even got to see Lou on Sunday which was lovely. We have been very lazy and haven't spoken since I dropped her at the bus station on New Year's Day. Writing letters is actually easier for me than picking up the phone.