I don’t have any good wed­ding pho­tos (well, might do on the two miniDV tapes, but… you know) so noth­ing to share there. Mark and I are appre­ci­at­ing Adam even more now he’s gone gal­li­vant­ing off on a hon­ey­moon a few thou­sand kilo­me­tres from Padding­ton School. He’ll be back on and off through­out the year, which is def­i­nitely a good thing. The pho­tos above are from his farewell inside the church, dur­ing which War­wick got myself and Mark up and tried to inter­view us with­out our prior knowl­edge (or, more accu­rately, being expressly told we wouldn’t be…) and accord­ingly man­aged to make com­plete asses of our­selves. It was one of those sit­u­a­tions where you’re bal­anc­ing between answer­ing seri­ously and giv­ing fluff responses because you don’t want to get too drawn into things (on account of this not being intended as an inter­view in the first place)… I ended up allud­ing to some­thing we’re run­ning in about Sep­tem­ber, and then nei­ther of us could even remem­ber when it was… a fan­tas­tic first impression. :/

All that aside, God was pretty good to us the first week we were on our own, despite a school fête being held simul­ta­ne­ously in the rooms we nor­mally meet in! We’ve got a social com­ing up this Fri­day and the last week of term is on Sun­day (but I’m bail­ing on account of not being able to do maths and con­se­quently hav­ing said yes to a study camp that begins a lit­tle too early).

And yes, the sword did get passed on.

Tags: Adam, Paddington School