Today the fianceés brother got married. Nice simple civil ceremony and the ability to upload pictures from my phone (hence the lack of quality)
helped Mike's colleagues and Lucka's sister in the Czech Republic watch. The fianceé's digital camera died every time it took a picture,
amusing to see what a crashed Kodak looks like. A reformat of the SD-card fixed that.
There was sympathy stress, I'm not sure who was more nervous, Lucka the bride
or my laptop killing better half. It didn't help when I took the wrong road to the town hall, with the bride to be and my fianceé in the car, but we got there 20 minutes
before the service started. Closed lanes and traffic jams on the way to drop the happy couple at the airport just added to my stress, they ended
up taking the tube in order to reach Heathrow in time to spend the weekend in Paris. A word to the wise, if
you live in London don't fly from Heathrow at 6pm on a Friday!
(I wonder if I've spelt Lucka's name correctly <g>)