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So over two years ago Sam made me give up my London pad.

And I went from city boy to country lad.

Living in a lovely house where the prices aren't quite so steep.

But you can’t move for cows and pigs and sheep.

And whilst it’s made my commute time pretty rough.

It does mean we have loads of stuff - bedding and lampshades and a big old TV.

We’ve even got pots and pans, so Sam tells me.

And whilst I’d love to tell you that your presence alone is worth more than anything money could buy.

I’m a civil servant, not a politician, I’m not going to lie.

So if you kind of like us and you’re feeling nice.

And on that liking and niceness you can put a price.

Help send us away to Oz or the US.

Otherwise, with what this wedding cost, we’ll be off to Skegness.