Well, he said yes and she said yes, so it’s a fact. My best mate Wally has married his best girl – the lovely Absy. And what a beautiful wedding it was. Wally wanted something very very special for his and Absys wedding day. It certainly was. It all took place on the top of The Table Mountain, though I couldn’t for the life of me find the table it was named after.

Mr. Tutu performed the ceremony. I wonder why Wally chose this guy – could it be his fascination with tutus? The fella did a grand job and all the female guest were wiping a tear away. I did too, but I told Pickle it was one of those darn bugs getting into my eye.

There’s nothing better than a love match, and this match surely is one. Those two kids couldn’t take their eyes off each other. The brides brother Bert did a fine job as ring bearer and giving his sister away.

I also managed to give a pretty good speech, if I say so myself. I didn’t mess up or tell any crude stories about Wally, though there’d be plenty to choose from. It was a fantastic wedding party and there were loads of old friends and some new one. That fat hamster Daz from last night was there again. He tried to blend with the Yorkies, but he wasn’t fooling anybody.

So now Wally and Absy are off for their honey moon. The wife and I will stay on in South Africa for a few days. I want to go see some of those huge cats, I’ve heard so much about. They say the females do all the work in the pride, hunting and bringing up the young. I told my Mum on the phone, and she said very caustically, “yes, lions and men are very similar – they can both lie immobile indefintely ”. I wonder what she meant.

Anyway, I’m going back to the party. And I promise you one thing! No more Castle Lager for me tonight. Don’t want to upset the mrs.

Have a wonderful honeymoon Mr. and Mrs. Wilding.

See ya!

Mikkel