Old photo...

This is a photo of an old photo of me taken at my friend's wedding in 2010 (I think) and it really was one of the nicest weddings I've ever been to. It's definitely in my top three. It's also my most favourite photo of me. It totally reiterates my love of portraits of people who are unaware. I would never have a photo of me that I love in the same way had it been staged.

I've never been the wedding kind of girl which is just as well really since no fucker has ever asked me! but the thought of being in that situation, the centre of attention, fills me with buttock clenching horror. I can't actually think of anything worse. Really. Well death might be worse. I don't object to marriage, just the wedding part. If I ever find someone stupid/brave/clever* enough to marry me then you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be leaving the country, telling no-one (except maybe him) and doing it on the sly and getting married, with witnesses off the street, then I'd tell everyone on our return. No party, no meringue, no fuss.

At this point I should state that I have no plans to do that anytime soon, but if I did, that would be what I'd do. In case you were interested. (Sorry Mum!)

So tomorrow's coffee cup shot was in fact today's coffee but since no-one else is giving a toss, I'm not either.

On Wednesday I was still dizzy. On Thursday I turned a corner and started to feel better. On Friday (today) I feel almost normal. Although after trying to figure out which day it is after being stuck at home for more than a week is tricky... not even my exif data knows.



*enough for me to want to marry them