Say cheese

A few weekends ago we ventured with Mister B’s mother to the wonderful The Cheese Shop in Chester to order some cheeses for an alternative to the wedding cake. We realised after we invited Mrs B that she actually dislikes uncooked cheese and this was possibly her idea of hell. Oh dear!
As Mister B and I are huge cheese lovers we thought it would be nice to have some at the wedding for everyone to nibble on.Walking into the shop was like heaven, the smell was amazing. The Cheese shop has so many different types of cheese it is difficult to know where to start. We tried a few cheeses hard and soft which were all lovely. Some nutty, some sweet, some salty, some garlicky. The first layer will be a lovely Garlic Yarg, which is quite subtle and is wrapped in wild garlic leaves. Next will be a Barkham Blue, a lovely creamy blue, followed by a Wigmore Brie for the top. As I am a vegetarian, I have made sure that they are all suitable for us veggies.

When Mister B cut up the tree trunk we had an extra board so this will be perfect for the cheese. We will look to cut this as the wedding breakfast finishes and the evening guests arrive. Mister B’s Aunty Ruth has kindly agreed to make some of her award winning chutneys to go with the cheese which is jolly nice! I have visions of the cheese not making the reception…. we MUST not eat the cheese before then.


The wallsAfter all the trauma of the cheese shop for Mrs B, we headed to get coffee and cake and then strolled around Chester walls. It has been ages since I walked the walls and the city centre. I must admit it was nice to get back and see it all again. The walls

Is that a muffin Mister B?

Is that a muffin Mister B?

From one cheese to another. We would like everyone to say cheese on the day for the rather talented photographer Naomi Bullivant. I know, I know that was a shocking link. Honestly I have never worked in local radio and have no ambition to. Anyway back to saying cheese.

Naomi will be capturing the preparations the night before and mingling with everyone on the day/evening. Mister B and I will miss out on a lot as we will be too busy messing up our vows, making our faces ache with smiling and trying to negotiate using the toilet with a wedding dress on (that is only me I am hoping). So photographs will give us something to look back on and smile. So if you see a lady with a lens then smile, gurn or give a wave-Mister B and I will love you all forever if you do.

Welcome to our party Naomi!


The four B’s

Last weekend involved the four B’s.

  1. BREAD
dough monster

dough monster

Firstly Mister B and I decided in our wisdom to start making bread at gone midnight (Friday/early Saturday).

Why?  No seriously why would we do that?

I blame Mister Hollywood.Yes that man off tv who has twinkly eyes and thinks it is cool to slap the hell out of dough at every given opportunity. A few hormonal women around the country wish he could get physical with their…oh never mind. Anyhow I blame him.

I always have considered making bread quite a cathartic experience. Whilst kneading the dough I normally stare of the window and watch the birds in the garden, or zone out and think about inane stuff. This wasn’t the case when Mister B was next to me. Instead it turned into a competition of who could make their dough the most stretchy like Mr Hollywood. There was much slapping and gritting of teeth. Before you call the police I am referring to the dough and not domestic violence. Even though it pains me to say it,  Mister B was better at it. We left the dough to rise overnight with the bowls sitting on the underfloor heating (genius idea).  Next morning bright and early I rushed down to have a look. The dough was bubbling away BUT they both looked the same.

This is where it got silly and I come to:


After knocking back the dough we then set about making the bloomers. Now get your mind out the gutter, I am of course referring to bread and not Queen Victoria’s gussets. This is where it got technical and Mister B and I had a bit of a barney. It was crazy and consisted of my loaf going in and out of the oven many many times. Fnarr fnarr! Seriously it is not worth going into detail, as it was stupid. Both Mister B and I had little diva strops. I think I won on this one though. I would like to thank Kath and Kim for diffusing the situation.

“Birty, looook at meeeeeeeeeee, loooook at moi”


On Saturday night Mrs B joined us and we went to see the legend that is Max Boyce at the local Miners Welfare hall. I have never seen or knew so many people existed in the village that we live in. The night consisted of talking about Rugby, the difference between North and South Wales-Pardon? and singing lots and lots of songs. Where the Boyce gets his energy from I will never know, as he just didn’t stop. Good night all round.




Bleary eyed,  we rose early on the Sunday and toasted our bloomers, had some tea and then headed to St Cynogs in the Village to hear the first of our Banns being read. It was lovely to see some daffs on the way in. Has Spring finally sprung?

We were welcomed into the church by a lovely lady called Wendy who made sure all the details were correct for the Banns. We took a pew and then waited. The Banns were read at the beginning of the service and I admit that I gripped hold of Mister B’s hand tight.  Lump in throat.

We are GETTING MARRIED!!!! I know we have known for a while but it is starting to sink in now. I keep having these moments where I keep shouting out those four words or Oh sh*t!.  I sometimes do a little jig like a need a wee too. So if you see me do this just IGNORE me and pretend you don’t know me, it will pass. If you see a puddle on the floor, you know I did actually need the toilet and have made a bit of a mess.

St Cynogs, Ystradgynlais

St Cynogs, Ystradgynlais

Despite Wendy writing our names down, the vicar still managed to say Mister B’s surname wrong which made us both giggle. Brit, Brid, Bridtiwhistle. I am sure I heard him curse under his breath.

The holy communion was the longest I have ever been to. I thought the vicar was going to ask us to camp over for the night, the sermon was so long. I knew it was a bad sign when he leant on the lectern and made himself at home with a newspaper article. I even caught a lady in the choir having forty winks. I was occasionally caught off guard when we had to stand for hymns, of which there were five. YES FIVE. All we had never heard of. So all of three of us were like this:

Frantic flick flick flick of pages

“Do you know this one?” -Whisper 1

” Nope, do you?” -Whisper 2

“Er no, oh bugger”-Whisper 1

“What did you say?” Whisper 3

Mumble mumble mumble, squeak, 1, 2 , 3 verses.

All three of us learn the tune and then belt out the last verse like we had known it all our lives.

Luckily we got home at a reasonable time and I managed to cook  some roast beef and yorkshires before Mrs B went home. Phew, what a long weekend of B’s!!!

Our wedding gift list is active!

For those who have asked, our wedding list has now gone live, so if you would like to have a browse, the website to go to is:

John Lewis gift list

The giftlist number is: 524042

There is no password 🙂

The website will also allow guests to buy gift vouchers to put towards the more expensive items.

Any problems then please let us know-Thanks!

Hair raising?

As many of you who know me I am not a ‘girly’girl. Pink makes my toes curl. I don’t have a beauty regime and I don’t care about leaving the house without make on. For me I feel like I am in fancy dress if I don a dress, get my hair done or wear make up. It just isn’t a natural thing to me. I have no idea why. When I read ‘girls’ mags I must admit I feel a bit of a freak not wanting to go out and go mad with a credit card. So in an attempt to make an effort for the wedding, I booked in for a hair and make up trial to see what I liked.
The make up trial went ok but afterwards my skin felt irritated and a bit caked. I must admit it was too much for someone who never wears make up. I know that I am old but I thought it made me look totally knackered.I am now considering cancelling my make up and doing it myself so I know the products don’t irritate my skin. Feel bad doing that but may save me from itching skin all day.

Later on in the day I met up with my mum, my matron of honour, Ffion and her mum to have my hair done. We all piled into the Amber room in Church Stretton and after looking through some styles I had seen, Clara set to with heated rollers. I have been growing my hair for the wedding for a while and I think this is the longest I have ever had it. I have been tempted to have it chopped as it seems to shed everywhere. Seriously I think Mister B thinks I am turning into a yeti.
I have lots of hair but it is fine so Clara wanted to create some volume by giving me some barrel curls. After the rollers were popped in, conversation consisted of the grand national, pregnancy ,mahoosive babies (I was sat crossing my legs!) and of course the wedding. Photo opportunity.


I think I totally rock rollers don’t you? Nora Batty eat your heart out

After a few minutes , the rollers were removed and I was left with lovely curls. Next Clara started to pin and spray my hair. As my hair is normally poker straight this was no mean feat. Next the grand national was put on the radio and we were listening intently hoping for a win. Sadly my horse came fourth. After nearly a can of hairspray and a few hours Clara showed me her masterpiece. Lots of ooohs and ah’s from everyone. I think all of the emotion, sudden realisation I am getting married and tiredness hit me and I blubbed. The bottom lip wobbled and I broke. Poor Clara though she had done it all wrong but I was thrilled. Honest I was. I may smell and taste Elnett hairspray for months (and so may the others) but it was a success.

Won’t reveal what my hair looked like but I think people may be a little surprised. Maybe I do scrub up ok after all. Later that night I removed the pins and ruffled my hair. I looked like I had stepped out of the 1980’s, all I needed was a power suit.

Was lovely to get everyone together as well for a good old natter. Been so difficult trying to juggle work and sorting a wedding from afar.
Thanks to Clara at the Amber Room, mum, Ffion and her mum for a lovely day xxx


Keep on running

To tie in with the theme, we purchased some hessian and made some table runners. I realised during making the runner that:

  1. Hessian smells and sheds fibres like hell which can leave you looking like you have lived with a very hairy dog for a very long time.
  2. Long pieces of material can be a headache to measure and this leads you to move a lot of living room furniture around.
  3. My sewing machine is temperamental and has the occasional urge to munch hessian.
  4. Sewing long strips of material can be incredibly dull
  5. Dress pins hurt when you stand on them and they bury deep into your foot
  6. Sewing machines make me swear a lot

The runners are done, and I hope with all my will that they will be long enough. If they aren’t, then they will be quirky…OK??!!


keep on running

keep on running

all sewed up

all sewed up


Did someone say tea and cake?

I have to say John Lewis really do know about good customer service and make their customers feel special. Mister B and I went to the Cardiff store last week to try and finalise our wedding gift list. We were handed a scanner, given instruction on how to use it and then let loose in the store. More importantly we were given vouchers for tea and cake in the cafe. Now as many of you will know that is one way to keep Mister B and I happy-CAKE!

We have popped together a list and may add a couple of items with Next as well and will pop the web links to them when they become live which should be around the 20th April. We have some expensive items on there so please don’t fall off your seats. There is an option to contribute or buy gift vouchers, we didn’t want people to think we were being cheeky! We will keep you posted as soon as we know. I must admit it took longer than expected to go around the shop. There were so many nice things that we did get a tad distracted. It was so nice to get a nice brew and a custard slice afterwards I can tell you. I also have to say that John Lewis do bloody amazing cake!

Mister B before Billie Jean video remake

Mister B before Billie Jean video remake



Dress update…

I have been for a first fitting on the dress, well half a dress at least. Audrey (for those who don’t know, she is the lovely dressmaker) has removed the old bodice from the dress and has remade it. She also made a template for the additions to the dress, so we trialled that as well. I must admit at the moment I just can’t picture what I am going to look like. One thing is that I will not be as sleek as I would like but I will just have to accept that. Here is a peek of some of the lace:



The next fitting will hopefully be more exciting, as Audrey will have made the proper bodice and attached it to the skirt. I am excited but at the same time a little bit scared.

I have also bought a couple pairs of shoes and am waiting to try them at the next dress fitting to see which ones are best. One pair is from Red or Dead and the other is from Irregular choice. I have to say that most of the wedding shoes I have seen were either a bit bland/old fashioned or just so expensive I would need to take out a mortgage. Unless you are planning on wearing them again, seriously is it worth spending over £300 for only the guests to see them peeking out from under your dress or on a photograph? I decided not.

I have one pair which has kitten heels and one with a medium heel. I think I will end up with both pairs though, I am a sucker for shoes. If it tips it down with rain I may have to resort to wellies but we will wait and see. I have bought some umbrella’s for the bridesmaids and I just in case. Even if it doesn’t rain they will be great for the photographs at least. So operation dress is in full swing. Next fitting is at the beginning of April….

In sickness and in health

I seem to be testing Mister B with the sickness bit at the moment. My immune system is rather dodgy and I just seem to skip from one bug to another which is making the organisation of the wedding even more tiring than it should be. I am considering wearing a biohazard suit at work to stop myself from getting anything else. At the moment I feel like my head has been dunked into a glue bucket as I can’t hear much and my nose whistles every time I try to breath through it. I am amazed so much gunk can come from one human being. Really rather extraordinary!  So apologies for the delay in writing stuff on the blog. We haven’t forgotten about people and we have been busy with wedding stuff.

A few weeks ago we were invited to meet with our vicar and all the other couples who shall be marrying in Apedale parish this year, to talk through our wedding plans, ask any questions and really think about why we are getting married. I have to say we were both a little apprehensive and really didn’t know what to expect. I know you should not have preconceptions about things but I had visions of sitting round in a circle and singing Kum ba yah. We drove up early to get there and were met with another couple who looked just as uncomfortable as us. I was starting to feel a little bit better. We were met by both of the parish vicar’s and swiftly given a nice cup of tea, which I have to say was much needed as both Mister B and I were a little on the flaggy side. I wedged myself at the end of a big sofa as close to the fire as possible and Mister B made a quick jump for a rather bouncy rocking chair. All he needed was a pipe and some slippers and he would have looked part of the rectory furniture. More couples turned up, all looking a tad on the sheepish side.We weren’t the only ones to have travelled a far away with some from  London, Warrington and Broseley. With us all wedged in we did some introductions and then was given sheets with questions on, which as couples we had to discuss. In our couples we were sent off to other rooms,  of course we ended up in a children’s room with books, tractors and so forth. I have to say  though we did actually go through the questions. Working through them was actually not as bad as you would think and made us realise that we are getting married for all the right reasons and that we do actually know each other fairly well. Seems strange but from my point of view, I think the process actually helped to bring us a little closer. I didn’t think it would be that worthwhile an exercise but actually I was pleasantly suprised. Once we finished all our questions, the children within took over and we both couldn’t help ourselves!

My little friend

My little friend

Mister B' s new wheels

Considering the weather at the mo...

Considering the weather at the mo…

We also had the opportunity to meet the organist John, who quickly set about playing some different processional and recessional music for us to hear. I have to say I don’t particularly like the Wedding March. I am always reminded of being back at school and hearing’ Here comes the bride, 40ft wide’. So that has been banished. I have to say choosing a processional piece is not as easy as you would think. Where we are getting married only has a very short aisle so we can’t have anything too lengthy. Now don’t laugh, but Mister B and I have been back to the church and have actually paced and timed the aisle. Anyone who could have seen us would have had a field day. The first time Mister B was a bit keen and was pulled straight back to the start. It takes roughly 40 seconds from door to the front of the church. That is if I don’t knock something over, trip over or my dad charges full throttle down (which will probably be the case). SO for the past week I have been listening to lots, well actually hundred’s of pieces of music to find the right one.

Some of my remarks….


‘It’s ruddy funeral music’

‘I want to dance down the aisle to this…hmm maybe dad won’t be that keen’

“oh this is great, oh wait, it is about a break up’

‘What the ?’

‘Bit too slow and there might be complaints from the congregation ‘

‘It’s the March of the animals…. I like it but it is the Elephant so maybe not’

‘Nah I think the vicar wouldn’t approve’

Eventually after knowing the entire back catalogue of Bach, Handel, Vivaldi, Beethoven and all those other composery chaps I landed on one that wasn’t too traditional but was very fitting for the organ and church. To say I was relieved was an understatement. I haven’t listened to that much classical music since I was at primary school and we had a rather enthusiastic teacher who loved all the ballet music.

We have chosen some recessional music which we hope will provide some light entertainment when we march out. It raised a few sniggers at the rectory when we mentioned it but John the organist or ‘John the fingers’ as he is now known has given us the go ahead so it is all systems go.

Who would have thought that getting the Order of Service sorted would be such a faff though. It seemed to take forever to do. As we are having hymns we also have to get copyright permission to print the lyrics. We have decided on three hymns and two readings which all being well, will be known by everyone so we can all have a bit of a sing song. I set about creating a design for the Order of Service on Indesign and it has been approved by the vicar so we just have to get it printed out.

Here is a sneak peek:

Sneaky peek

Sneaky peek


One step closer folks!


A stroke of luck?

The theme that seems to be running through the wedding is that of a woody one. As the bottom tier of the wedding cake will be pretty mahoosive, I was concerned that a normal wedding cake board would be a little on the flimsy side. I spotted that a few weddings on Pinterest which had used lovely pieces of tree trunk for their wedding cake base and thought it would be cool idea. I shopped around on the net for pre made ones but to be honest I just couldn’t justify paying stupid amounts of money for them. So I have been on the look out for chopped up tree every time we drive or walk somewhere. I was starting to think that I would need to send Mister B out singing ‘I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok’ with his chopper in his hand but then I spotted a nick chunk of tree in my father’s backyard. We managed to save it from being chopped up for his log burner and it was brought swiftly home. Mister B soon whipped his chainsaw out and it was then sliced in three lovely pieces.

Preparing to slice

Mister B is a lumberjack

Mister B is a lumberjack

He then sanded the wood and added some varnish to seal it. It is not completely round but this will enable us to decorate the base further. We plan on using one of the wedding cake, one for the cheese cake and one for some other stuff we have up our sleeve. I think Mister B did rather a decent job of saving this from the burner don’t you?

All Sanded

All Sanded

Not too shabby?