Now, there's a title I never thought I might one day be able to write about. Me, having a Hen – one of them there thingies conected to getting hitched, who'd have thought it?
Well – the 21 hellbent destruction-oriented, revenge-seeking female missiles that tipped up this weekend, apparently! Actually, I do you a disservice girls, if I was going to have to be paraded in public wearing a shiny black, red & white pirate's outfit, yes with overspilling thighs emanating from my white stocking tops, and my bright red (thankfully shorts-clad) ass hanging out… I wouldn't have wanted to do it without you all!
It was a ball – although one that shot by at a rate of knots. Were it not for the fact I couldn't have downed another 10 pints of lychee martini, I'd have loved to carry on all week.
So thank you all for the weekend in our brilliant house and barn, the fabulous photo album of stories & pix (some of them even smut-free), the walk down memory lane with my old school record where I narrated Jonahman Jazz (I sounded like a prepubescent altarboy), the team games (go the VAG's!), the Mr & Mrs quiz where I so performed so woefully and was liquidly fined for my uselessness, the hysterical beach games (can't remember how many decades ago I last played British Bulldog), the many laughs during Laser Combat (let's hope Clare Greenwood and Fruity never have to take England to war), the newspaper hockey, the car crash in the driveway, stealing Hatch's fajitas, your dress-up outfits, the Hen decorations everywhere…. the list could go on and on.
But most importantly, the fact that you all came. Leaving babies, other halves and your kind, sweet selves behind.
And made me a very happy – if drunk and nicely humiliated – Hen.
A huge thank you to my top banana Chief Bridesmaid Claire Smith/White for making it all happen. You really nailed it amazingly, very very good job.
And – although I must be mad to do this – here are a few photos of the hundreds that I have come back with (and thank you, whoever took the entire reel of photos of my arse, I suspect those ones will not be entering cyberspace just yet).
Love Me x