We bundled down to Horsham this weekend for my dad's wedding to the lovely Robin. I spent the week making insane numbers of Mexican Wedding Cookies for favours, and heart paper chains to decorate the reception. Everything was gorgeous, despite my possibly overdoing it a little (apparently I insisted on a father-daughter Jagerbomb at about midnight?! I have gone to bed at 9pm the past two nights in penance...) Pablo was ring-bearer and mostly misbehaved in the church, whilst Indy thoughtfully slept throughout the service, providing some stellar noisy snores when everyone hushed to pray. The bride looked beautiful, there was enormous amounts of cake, some teary speeches and a very drunk group slow dance to Downeaster Alexa with my brother, cousin and dad (road trip nostalgia from the 80s + many many coronas).