The night before the morning of...

Julia (sage advisor and person wot has had to do wedding things before) said that we should put a time limit on our faffing tonight. She is one mighty wise woman. By 9.00pm we had pretty much finished sorting Pears School (reception venue) and I went into faffy-tired mode, which involved picking up boxes and moving them from place to place but not actually achieving anything. Luckily my Guides had come down to help for a couple of hours and they had done everything important by then.

To ensure that we finished on time, we booked a table for 10 at the local curry house. After all, when meeting lots of new relatives (who have never had the misfortune of meeting you), it is ideal to smell of garlic and coriander and to have tumeric-stained fingers. Luckily, I now meet all of these criteria.

Time now for bed. Zzzzzzz.....