On marriage, with 11 days to go

It is 11 days until my wedding day. After 28 years, I will cease to be an Adamson, and become a Wraight. I never thought I was so attached to my name; it’s not particularly special or rare, and there’s so many of us dotted around that there’s no chance of it dying out anytime … Continue reading On marriage, with 11 days to go

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