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This one I like because it's all the men in my life, though my Dad isn't in the picture he's taking it.



My family. Brothers and dad along the back, mum on the right. Sister and BFF in the purple and my BFFs mum looking at her camera



Adam and I and my parents.




I've just been looking through my wedding pictures online, looking at them and remembering that day makes me smile. I think for the some time, I was unable to appreciate how special the day was because it wasn't "the wedding of my dreams". We didn't have much money and had to make things work as best we could. My dad did the photographs (as he is a professional photographer) my best friends mum made our wedding cakes and my mum made the food. It was a registry office ceremony, then back to ours for food and drink. We didn't have a traditional first dance and I didn't throw my bouquet, I didn't wear white (though for the record I could have!). But for all the things we could have done differently with more money, my wedding day was truly special. Primarily because it was the start of Adam and I making a life together, but also because I had all of my family and close friends there. All happy for us, celebrating with us. And though I wasn't slim and I didn't remember to retouch my makeup throughout the day, it was such a wonderful day. The only thing I would change, would be to have Adams parents there. Due to financial restraints coupled with the fact that Adams mom has never flown before, they weren't able to make it. But I do hope that once we're settled in America we can have our wedding vows blessed and they can be present then.

Thank you for your kind words and prayers for Adam. Right now my husband is haunted. He lay awake last night crippled by rage. He finds it very difficult to believe that the police will find or do anything about the group who attacked him. They do live in our neighbourhood, he has seen them before and in all likelihood, he will see them again. This is where my fear comes in, because with a broken jaw it doesn't take a hard hit to make it worse. Of course there is the fear that they might have weapons next time. And ultimately the fear that if he does come across them again, in that moment common sense will leave him and he will instead lash out in anger. It is such a tense situation right now.

Nothing is helped by the fact that the hospital have done nothing at all to help him. After all the hours we spent at A&E, he left only with painkillers, the same ones I was given by my GP when I had Piles. The doctor told us on Sunday that we could receive a phone call the following day so that he could meet with the specialist who would decide what to do. Monday came and went and they didn't call. I tried calling all afternoon and didn't get anyone who could help. When I called again today, the receptionist couldn't find the file on the system. It turns out that the doctors are supposed to email the receptionist and let her know who to contact, except the doctor hadn't done that. She went to track him down and said she could make an appointment for next week Monday. This is just for the consultation, not for any procedure which would need to be done. I explained that Monday is not good enough, he is in more pain as he heard something crack and he is barely able to eat. So tomorrow we go in as an emergency to see the consultant.

My feelings towards my own country have soured greatly. It's not that I don't read stories on the news about crime and bad hospital treatment, I do, it is just different when it is someone you know and love. I cannot understand a system where it is acceptable to leave someone for this amount of time with a broken jaw. In pain and unable to eat properly. Sometimes, he wakes in the night because he rolls onto the broken side of his face. I could very easily right now, rant about how badly this system is overused and understaffed. About how this country is in decline because of a socialist system that takes from those who contribute and gives to those who don't. But I won't, because on Politics, I am pretty much a tube of Pringles. Once I pop, I don't stop. I will say though that lately my political affiliations have begun to shift, as I don't think that governments are really recognising the problems in societies. And when that happens and average people feel like their problems are being ignored, that's when extremist parties take hold. We're already seeing it in the rest of Europe and The Tea Party in America are starting to overshadow moderate Republicans. I honestly think its about time that government wakes up, but also time that individuals wake up and start taking control of their lives. It isn't up to the government or schools to raise children and instill in them what is right and wrong, it is up to the parents. Too many people don't know how to parent, some because they are children themselves. But if we don't start raising the future generation correctly, then there isn't any hope for the world, let alone our countries!

WOW, for someone who wasn't going to talk politics, I sure did talk a lot of politics! lol!