Only nine days to go Elizabeth!
Yes, thank you Jolly New Year 10 Girl, I really had forgotten!
I’m fed up with people asking me if I’m excited. I’m annoyed at myself for being too tired and too pissed off with work to really give them the satisfactory oooh-yes-clap-my-hands-in-glee-i’m-so-happy answer that they obviously want.
Or perhaps I’m using work as an excuse … if I’ve got work occupying my mind then I’m less likely to spend my days worrying about what can go wrong. And the nightmares! Tsk.
I’m absolutely shattered. Last night I thought I’d rest my weary head for half an hour whilst waiting for The Blokey to come home. Three and a half hours later he woke me up. This just meant that sleep was practically impossible later on. Tonight I shall sleep well.
I have a fair amount to do, but at least I have the weekend to myself. The Blokey is off to maC with friends and male family members to enjoy steak and beer on a quiet and refrained stag night. I plan on sleeping, admiring my dress [which we’ll pick up early on Saturday morning], sleeping again, wedding the front garden, wearing my shoes in, sleeping once more, making up my favours, cleaning the house from cobwebby top to dusty bottom … oh, and sleeping. Again.
Yeh, I’m starting to panic.
In fact, I feel sick.
It’s not the marriage part, or the ceremony, or the evening reception … it’s thinking that everything will go wrong: the photgrapher won’t turn up; I’ll oversleep; my hairdresser will oversleep; the car will get stuck in traffic between here and there [that’s your fault for saying there were roadworks everywhere between there and here]; the balloons will look rubbish; the flowers will be droopy; it will rain, heavily …
I have Thursday and Friday off work next week … I really wish I had the other three days too.
[yes, I am aware that I shall be wedding the front garden – maybe the next day I’ll actually weed it]
please God bless me as i start to panic and worry xxx Elsabeth