If prizes were handed out for those people who were the worst at partular roles in life I think I would probably be up there in the Worst Best Man chart. Yesterday evening Catherine was in pain, really suffering from something… so I phoned the doctor who says it sounds much like gastroenteritis, all she could suggest was that she gets pleanty of fluid and doesn’t eat anything… so this morning I wake up at about 5AM in major pain… oh crap!
Yes you guessed it… I am suffering from the same thing that Catherine was suffering last night, so much for paintball (so much for anything in fact) I now feel like the worst best man in the world, because I can’t even manage to make it to the groom’s stag do!