11 weeks to go…. eek

Blimey, time seems to be going through one of its speedy phases – only 11 flipping weeks to the wedding!

Still slightly hard to believe when I:

i) am still chock full of snot,

ii) am miles from the wedding weight target (hard to go to the gym when your snout drips endlessly) and

iii) still have loads to do for the Big Day itself!

But its starting to feel more real – we are off to see the Dorset Registrar this Friday, then the florist, hair lady and photographer (my, what a fun-filled day that one will be). And more spookily, my wedding dress has apparently arrived – having ordered it in a flash back in October I am hoping its not a peach meringue shocker that I chose in a moment of blind wedding panic!

I still can't entirely believe that I have ordered a wedding dress, for me, for my actual use as it does feel rather like I was standing in for someone else who'll actually be doing the marriage thing on the day…. Weird, guess that's a result of lots of years of not thinking I'd ever find a Hawksey, and a touch of blue funk about actually wearing an adult-sized loo roll cover in front of lots of chums…with cameras….

So then - any of you buggers who are due to send me an RSVP, do crack on as otherwise you'll have me chasing your tails from next Monday… definitely to be avoided! Sx