A social whirlwind

What a weekend! After a manic Friday night resolving my craft area issues (see blog article), a slight rush job to get the owl and the pussy cat done and being up at the crack of dawn to bake gluten free quiches (3 baked before 9am!), we attended the wedding of CC in the country side and the sunshine!

The intervention of the St Paul's carnival meant we were very nearly fashionably late and turned up carrying the hampers and booze that we had planned to drop off at the reception venue but had no time to do so. Luckily the very understanding groom let us stash it all in the boot of his car so we could pootle into the church unencumbered.

It was a gorgeous little church and gorgeous ceremony with gorgeous weather and the ceremony was, well, gorgeous! The walk to the reception was DEFINITELY more than the mile we were told but it was fun and the company was as good as the weather!

The night was a raucous one with much dancing and laughing and ridiculous photographs to remind us all of the occasion. And the events did not stop there. After a sluggish start on Sunday (a picnic hamper of booze probably not having helped the situation) MH and myself bundled into the car and we were country-side bound for a family BBQ.

And this is where I hit my wall. During the events of Saturday, I have to admit that I was quietly proud of myself for not losing the plot when surrounded by lots and lots of delicious food and felt weirdly glad when MH (a few beers in, it has to be said) asked if I wanted anything from the BBQ. It was lovely to think I was being so 'normal' that he would have forgotten, even for a moment, that I was on the milkshake plan. But I could get myself lost as my close friends there already knew about my special requirements so I was able to quietly drink my shake with no real fuss. But Sunday was different.

The gathering was a lot smaller for a start and MH was the only one there who knew, as I had not really had the opportunity to tell the in-laws and, besides, I wasn't sure I wanted everyone to know...

Anyhow. It felt pretty awkward as I felt like I was being really rude and offensive by not eating any of the lovely grub that MH's lovely Aunt had knocked up for us all. I'd brought my shake supply along in a mini cool bag but it stayed shamefully hidden in my handbag as my awkwardness grew. Ridiculous I know. So when it got to the point when I HAD to say something, it all came out wrong and I felt flustered and embarrassed and not quiet sure what to do.

Annoying. 13 days in now and I feel like I took a bit of as a backwards step in my 'coping' with my new normality. I think my usual manifesto 'accept, ignore and move on' is not working so need to work out what to do instead! But it is not going to distract me from the fact I had a great weekend and am lucky to have MH. friends and family who want to support me through this.