A honeymoon in Calcutta

Canine fanciers,

On the eve of the blockbuster Which Bank series between Straya and the Bangers Boyz in Darwin, it seems the Acting Australian Captain has been doing a lot of vowing lately.
Pup has been vowing [ever the diplomat, in private, of course] that he would not be touring Pakistan, thank you very much.
A palpable sense of relief now that the ICC has canned the Champions Trophy.
He’s been vowing to treat the Top End series “seriously”.
He’s been vowing to ignore the Marcus Stresscothick autobiography The Weakness In Me, describing The Murray Mints Scandal as “in the past”.
He’s been vowing not to see a barber before his wedding day, preferring the frisson of his wife-in-waiting performing a No. 3 buzz cut.
And he’s been vowing to sit down with his bride-to-be at the kitchen table and finally nut out the wedding date on account of his cricket schedule over the next 18 moths is “absolutely insane”.
Yet still, as my invitation is yet to turn up in the mail, the date hasn’t been officially published, it seems.
Perhaps Our Lara is having trouble with the colour of the bridesmaid’s costumes.
They will probably have to squeeze the nuptials in between test matches and take a honeymoon in Calcutta.