Sorry for the delay ladies and gents, I wanted to wait for our official photos to arrive so I could include them in the report ?
You'll have to forgive me, I don't "do" short messages but I will try not to waffle too much!
Wednesday 21st Sept –
Had a meeting in one of my schools first thing, so didn’t get into the office till lunchtime. However, I was armed with boxes of cupcakes I’d made the night before (chocolate, vanilla with lemon frosting and bakewell tart flavoured – yum yum!) Spent a panicky couple of hours doing frantic typing – getting married is no excuse for slacking doing my job! By about 4pm, I realised I’d hadn’t actually been to the loo all day (sorry, tmi) but when I came back I found my desk all decorated with a lovely balloon and covered in confetti (sorry cleaners!). I think it was from about that point that I started grinning from ear to ear, and didn’t stop all weekend (well, almost)
Thursday 22nd Sept –
I had intended that this was going to be my day of relaxation – the calm before the storm… so booked myself in with my fab friend, Michelle, who’s recently started up her own massage therapy business. If you haven’t had a hot stones massage, I would recommend it, although I did ask her not to go near my face with any oils as I had visions of breaking out into lots of facial carbuncles! Mmmm attractive :o)
I didn’t realise I had a masochistic streak in me, but I had ended up booking a dentist appointment almost straight after! Lol fortunately, I just needed a polish and had a gossip with the hygienist who finally twigged who my husband is (he’s one of her clients too!)
Unfortunately, I then had to have my first genuine Bridezilla moment with the opticians, who’d promised me that my contact lenses would be ready in time for the wedding. Needless to say that when I turned up for my appointment late in the afternoon I was told that “they would probably be here next week”…(bearing in mind I’d ordered them the week previously) I think I may have gone off on a little rant about promises and you need to sort this out, I can’t walk down the aisle wearing my glasses (and I definitely can’t walk down the aisle NOT wearing my glasses)! At which point the poor woman said she would see what she could do and they might be in by Monday at the latest (still not much cop when I was getting married on the Sunday, but I did have 1 last trial pair I could have worn) but it didn’t stop me from declaring that I wouldn’t be happy if I had to flounce into the shop wearing my wedding dress or something equally cringeworthy… oh dear. Fortunately I had a phone call, 30 minutes later saying that I could pick my lenses up tomorrow (Friday).
Friday 23rd Sept –
“Husband-to-be” finished work yesterday, so we spent Friday morning boxing up all the bits and bobs to go to the venue. I also had a mare trying to make up the wedding CDs – who knew that burning 4 discs (2 spares) would take 4 hours?! Stupid computer…
We also had to arrange going back to the suit hire place as they’d given our little nephew the right ivory cravat (soooo cute in size Age 5!) but had given the 5 adults the wrong ivory tie *smacks forehead Homer style*
Anyways, we eventually got to the venue at about 3 and had a chat with Michelle (a different Michelle), our venue co-ordinator, who settled our nerves promising that the day would go fine :o) AND I picked up my contact lenses on the way home ?
Saturday 24th Sept -
Saturday was an early start with a quick dash to M&S to pick up the cake and a few bits (ok, a pile of pastries) for breakfast the next morning. I got home to find H2B cooking breakfast – lovely! The cake was decorated by lunchtime and then I got cracking making Bolognese sauce ready for the parents’ arrival.
They arrived by about 3 and while mum and I faffed with a few bits, Dad and Paul glued themselves to the vidi-printer to watch the football scores come in :o) Fortunately, we all support the same team so when the “win” flashed up it was lovely, as they celebrated, to see my dad have a dad-son moment for the first time in his life (I’m an only child). Paul left for the venue with the cake and a little goodie-box present from me by about 6, and the parents turned their attention to dinner. Having made the Bolognese, dad decided that he was going to treat us to dinner out (humph! and yay! at the same time) so off out we went for steak for my Last Supper! Being ‘old’ my parents were both in bed by 9, by which time I was struck with a really weird feeling. Not of loneliness as such, because I knew I was getting married the next day, but it was definitely a peculiar “all at sea” feeling so I busied myself watching Merlin and setting out the breakfast things.
I think I flopped into bed by 11 and was quickly in a deep sleep – which looking back surprised me.
Especially I had had visions of laying awake all night, staring at the ceiling!
