Today we drove to Norwich to attend the wedding of my nephew Paul to his lovely bride Stevee. After the ceremony, we had a BBQ dinner.
After that, there was time for us to mingle in the yard of the hotel where there was a pond with geese and swans. I saw the staff prepare the BBQ with a spit roast and assumed that there was a second function to follow.
Wrong! That pig was for us. Apparently it is normal at British weddings to have more food after dinner. We went to bed very satisfied that night.