Holy crap. It just hit me (like the proverbial tonne of bricks) – this time next week I’ll be readying myself to get married.
It all seemed so far away, not that long ago. Now it’s only 7 days, 2 hours and 30 minutes away.
At this stage it would be wrong to panic; everything is booked and arranged. The church, kilt, photographer and all the rest of that vast array of stuff a wedding needs is all organised and paid for. Nothing can go wrong now… can it? We’ve had the major issues (“the stroke” and the death of a close family friend) already, along with some minor issues (the original planned wedding car being totalled, stroppy relatives, dresses, etc) so we should be in the clear now.