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Good to be home

We had a fantastic time seeing family and friends during our time back in the UK.
We got to know the in-laws...

...enjoyed some walks in the English countryside...

...opened our Christmas presents...

...attended a couple of weddings, plus our own celebration party...

...and had a brew or two (of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic variety).

For the full photo experience see Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=81036&l=e9124&id=667138898
and if any of you have got photos of our party we'd love to have a copy; please email them to us!
For the record, we did not intend to have our first dance to an Abba medley! In fact we didn't intend to have a first dance at all... but then the music started... and Graham asked me to dance... and suddenly there we were. Had we been a little more fore-sighted you may well have been subjected to us dancing LeRoc to "She thinks my tractor's sexy", a classy country and western number. You're probably thinking that Abba wasn't so bad after all.
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