In which it is discovered that the rigours of a full-time job and the pleasures of maintaining a random blog are not entirely incompatible.

It's called Lunch Break.

So we were sitting in the pew at Carrie's wedding paying earnest attention to, of course, the bride and groom, the stars of the show, after all. (During the gathering music and prelude I kept looking around the room and beaming as I recongnised dear familiar face after dear familiar face, and nudging Michael and whispering 'Look there! It's so-and-so!' and pining anxiously for the reception so I could rush over to talk to them, and I had to keep reminding myself that this was Carrie's Wedding Day, not Rose's Big Chance to See Everyone Again and Show Off Michael To the Ones Who Haven't Met Him Yet.)