28 March 1983
In less than a month, I'll be a husband. It's weird to think about, but I'm kind of excited. We've been engaged for over a year now, which is also weird to think about. Back in school, I never would have guessed that we'd be getting married period, let alone this soon, but I don't know. Just feels right. And if something were to happen to me, well. Gwyn would get the house and everything. After my parents died that's been pretty important to me.
I had another meeting with Edgecombe. He's actually not a bad bloke, but you can't convince the goblins of that. Work is good though. Work is good, sales are good, Gwyn is good. I'm a happy man.
Gwyn's birthday was a few days ago. We had our own little celebration and it was great. Nothing like the parties the Peakeses throw, but not bad. I think she had a good birthday and that's all that really matters.
Speaking of parties, apparently my stag night is going to be of epic proportions from the way Dewi talks. All I can say is bring it on. I want to see if there's such a thing as too much party. (Apparently we also have to go get our own wedding attire. You up for that, Llewellyn? If we don't, Gwyn's sister-in-law might kill us.)
In non party or wedding news, it looks like I've definitely achieved fluency in Gobbledegook. No need for potions or charms or anything when it comes to communicating with goblins for me!
T-less than a month!