The Curse Of April Part II

In a way, I am glad I have a bad month.

It means it's all done at one point and my bad luck isn't spread throughout the year.

This weekend was no exception.

The biggest problem being the wedding reception venue being scrapped.

To cut a long story short, we booked it the same day we booked the wedding so we knew all would be up to date and we were guarenteed the day we wanted. Bf went to pay a deposit on Friday and they had no record of our booking.

Not impressed, he spoke to the manager who we had booked it with and he was rather rude and arrogant. He then tried to put the agreed price up by £2 per head, which is a HUGE climb and an extra £180-£200 on what we thought we were paying out. He wasn't prepared to lower his prices nor did he actually think that they could cater for that many people, despite us booking it 7 months ago and saying it was no problem.

We were extremely disappointed in the whole lack of any business sense and organisation that we questioned the place completely. Feeling deflated and worried about what may have happened if he hadn't tried to pay a deposit on that day. We agreed to try and negotiate in an appointment with him on Sunday morning.

Already there were doubts and a million questions surfacing.

If he hadn't gone in would we have lost the pub altogether? Would they have booked someone else in? Would we get the food we wanted? Would we have been charged alot more than the agreed price? With so many questions going through our minds we thought it too much of a liability and did not go back to the pub. If he's that prepared to mess about a large party of people, then there's a big problem in management somewhere. Would we have this problem in the future? Would they get funny about other things we wanted? It's just not worth the worry so we didn't turn up and that silly manager has just lost out on a lot of customers who would happily buy drinks for 8 hours. Oh well, that's business. If you don't look after customers, then you lose out.

Thankfully all this went on 4 months in advance and on Saturday we provisionally booked another place for the reception. This one doesn't have the picturesque village background, but it does have itself positioned just a 10 minute walk from the registry office. We have to go and see the manager about what we can and can't do decorating wise and when we can do it, but I will take care of that and we've looked at outside caterers and realised we can get double the food for half the money if we do it ourselves. So the 2 days before we get married, bf is head chef and he is taking care of that. We've both done restaurant work, we've been to enough parties to know what we want and what we can do. So that is his project.

We also lost the car keys. Bf never separated his spare one so it was a bit worrying.

Friday night I had an evening out with 3 of my girly friends. The night ended relatively early, so I asked my friend Sharon if she wanted to share a bottle of wine at mine.

We enjoyed our wine, had a laugh and bf said he would give her a lift home. Sharon only lives a little way down the road but I wouldn't want her walking home by herself late at night after a few drinks. Sharon got her stuff ready to go about 12.30 and bf couldn't find his car keys.

So a lovely mad search goes on. All three of us, with me tipsy and Sharon rather drunk, search the whole downstairs top to bottom. Pockets, sofa, piles of toys, behind things under things. Nothing.

Bf finally walks Sharon home about 1.40am. James has been disturbed so I take him to bed with me and we give up.

From 7am Saturday morning when the kids got me up, I was there starting all over again. Same places, new places, fridge through to bin bags you name it.

Bf gets some advice from his mate who works for ford who tells him how to break into his car. He and his friend must have tried for a good 2-3 hours before they realised it was deadlocked. Luckily, we have a problem with the passenger door as it doesnt central lock so they finally managed to get in and get the buggy, Liams milk, Matthews new school uniform etc out the car.

Bf looks into buying new keys as we think they really are lost.

About 7.30 Saturday night, I am tidying up the kids stuff. I pick up the spiderman bag Matthew likes to take to school and out falls the keys.

I didn't say anything but HAHAHAHAHA.

The keys were beautifully decorated in mashed potato and broccoli leaving James as the major culprit since that was his dinner and no one elses on Friday evening. The little monster!!! He is such a little trouble maker these days but has me in hysterics.

We've certainly had our share of stress this weekend but it's now a new week and much is sorted as it should be. We can look forward to things again.