Wedding of the year
Up in Huddersfield chez ma mere preparing self for Kate and Ben's wedding this afternoon. Should have bought proper Wedding Outfit like proper grown up person instead of cobbling something together out of existing wardrobe, as so far I have managed to break my dress strap and had to perform emergency operation on it, burn (v v v) small hole in said dress (old rag that I have had since I was 17, so what do I expect?), and broken one of my shoes, with the result that Stephen (mum's partner) is now in our driveway trying to nail it back together! Disaster.
Sure wedding will be lovely though, even if I look like mess and cannot move for fear of something else breaking.
I drove up with Rhiannon late last night, and we had a nice catchup on the way up, and I'll be getting the train back to London tomorrow for my aunt's 50th birthday party tomorrow night. So it's a whistlestop visit back home – which is a bit sad – and my cat died this week so it's strange to be here without her constant yowling and demands for attention. Mad inbred Burmese creature that insists on calling on me at 5am every day in Clapham flat is just not the same.
Have to go and sort face out now – hope that doesn't fall off too over course of the afternoon.