Went to my oldest pal's son's christening yesterday.
Lovely setting of the chapel in the grounds of a Northampton mental hospital. My pal works there and told me we would have to watch the kids at all times as patients could be roaming about.
I remember years ago going to stay at his student residence when he was training there and then this very smiley yet shouting individual just turned up in his room. My mate had to escort him back to his ward.
Anyway, the christening...
My 5 year old lad got bored very quickly and as the vicar was talking he started opening and closing his hands emu-style and going 'blah-blah-blah' and 'I'm so bored'. Embarrassing but highly amusing in hindsight.
Outside afterwards he said he wanted a wee and was about pee up against the church until I whisked him away. The shame...
About 9 years ago we were invited to Jo's ex-boyfriend's wedding. Strange but true. At the very moment the vicar said: 'If anyone here knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined...shall forever hold their peace' my daughter Hannah, then about 6 months old, let out an almighty fart! There were many a stifled giggle in the pews.