Hello. Welcome back. You haven't been here for a while, I know, but it's okay. Neither have I. My apologies for closing the lodgings so abruptly and without notice. However, if you have stumbled back here, aware of its existence, you most likely know why: my newly-minted wife and I have relocated to Berlin for a bit.
The last few months of last year had been terribly busy while we put our affairs into order, packed up our household, moved into temporary lodgings at the in-laws' (who were tremendously accommodating and deserve extensive accolades), organised our trip, sold off a few organs, and flew off into the wild grey yonder.
Now, we are arrived. More on that in a bit.
First, however, let me apologise for never quite wrapping-up the business end of this blog. It promised much and didn't fully deliver. I've learned from that. Shan't happen again. As a weak excuse, a weeny part of that is not my fault. I've been awaiting official ceremony proceedings documents from our celebrant. Due to a bit of a mixup on the day, she's had to re-do them and they've never been quite forthcoming, which presented me the perfect excuse not to post. As we are now located in Berlin, I'm not likely to see the official version anytime soon. Instead, I will let you in on the scribbled notes of my own vows.
Unfortunately, I haven't Vicky's to hand but they were pretty similar to mine. They start and end the same way, which is probably why the celebrant got them mixed up on the day and read out my vows for Vicky - but she recovered well when we stopped her. Full credit. Anyway, I think the only real difference between mine and Vicky's are that hers have something in it about how awesome I am in the kitchen.
I aks everybody here today to witness that I, Matthew, take you, Victoria, to be my wife.
I promise to love you in sickness and in health.
I promise to love you whether we are rich or poor.
I promise not to use you as the butt of cliched jokes about how husbands and wives are different.
I promise to let my guard down with you.
I promise that, once I realise that I have been thoughtless, I will apologise quickly and sincerely.
I promise to continue to pick up after you with a minimum of eye-rolling.
I promise I will love you forever.
I've abided by those promises so far. It's all going well.
Writing of going well: we are going well in Berlin so far. So well, indeed, that we have decided to maintain a blog about our Berlin shenanigans. This will be a much more disciplined blog. We'll do at least one lengthy post every week on a Sunday (the shops are all closed on Sundays) and other ones as the mood strikes, or as we take humorous photographs and wish to share them. Between the two of us, as a nuptial couple, the content should be frequently updated and the views divergent enough to stay engaging.
Go check it out, won't you: http://wearedonuts.blogspot.com - there's not much more to see here, anyway....
...until, perhaps, one day, in the very distant, very hazy, very ill-defined future, in a galaxy far, far away, I may resurrect this site as PreNatal Man. Don't hold your breaths.
