Unfortunately I seem to have caught some bug whilst out & about on exercises & things these past few days.
I have a gnawing headache right now and my voice has dropped a few octaves.
However this does bless me with what I call my Radio 4 voice.
"VIKING NORTH UTSIRE SOUTH UTSIRE FORTIES CROMARTY FORTH SOUTH OR SOUTHWEST 6 TO GALE 8, OCCASIONALLY SEVERE GALE 9, DECREASING 4 OR 5 LATER. ROUGH OR VERY ROUGH, INCREASING HIGH IN VIKING, NORTH UTSIRE AND FORTIES. RAIN THEN FAIR. MODERATE OR GOOD"
The ladies love it, apparently, or some of my colleagues tell me. It sounds vaguely seductive I think until I punctuate a sentence with a cough or splutter at least.
Looking forward to attending the aforementioned wedding this weekend however - said couple are getting married here. Rather posh, huh? (and at that price/room/night I'd bloody hope so too)
Still dreading the drive, even if I'm breaking it up via my brother's near Reading, but nothing I can do about that. Especially all-in-one go on the way back.
[23:20 - Change of plan. With croaky throat that I hope to get rid of soon but don't want to spread to brother /gf, I'm now going to drive down in one go early Saturday morning... Oh joy]
But they're good friends, and I'd drive the length of the country for them if asked.