I feel like I’ve been dragged through a bush backwards, my hairs limp, the skins gone alien and I’m eating enough for a small mansion. Why, why, why? I’ve got my dress fitting this weekend, it fitted two weeks ago but a lot of calories have been shoved down my throat since then and I don’t think two days is enough time to rescue it. I will behave. I am prone to stress, I believe most of us are and those who say they don’t get stressed as in ‘I don’t do stress’ stress me all the more! Perhaps the other end of a cricket bat would change their mind.
Anyway as usual I digress, I do do stress unfortunately. I am yearning the solitude of the swimming pool but the call of the Fort shopping centre, writing invites, sorting out money, knowing what’s happening is getting in the way of distressing and my skin is showing every jumpy nerve.
A cluster of spots has camped out now on my forehead for the past few weeks and their daddy is residing quite happily on my chin. The two nieces came shopping with me last night and low and behold we looked for 2 and a half hours to find the first pair of shoes we seen grrrr. I bet my mum loves this story when she hears it, it was always her gripe with me.
I’m throwing so much water down my neck I may drown, I’ve ran out of invites as the other half decided to invite extra people I’ve never heard of, I’ve decided to decorate the hall myself and I will bet you I’ll be running around after everyone on the wedding day itself. This is what happens when you let your bridesmaids off the hook and the chieftan is in another country soaking up the sun and generally chilling out. Meanwhile I’m freaking out trying to guess if shoes will be comfy for her, what tiara she might like and what her hair should look like. One of the others is about to upstage me with more bling than Puff Diddy so much so there will be a search party out for the bride.
I haven’t had a chance to read a book, Eastenders has all but disappeared, my long walks are non existent and I can’t face the prospect of alcohol to drown it all out.
So spare a thought when I finally make it to Gretna because its more of a journey than you may realise
Anyway as usual I digress, I do do stress unfortunately. I am yearning the solitude of the swimming pool but the call of the Fort shopping centre, writing invites, sorting out money, knowing what’s happening is getting in the way of distressing and my skin is showing every jumpy nerve.
A cluster of spots has camped out now on my forehead for the past few weeks and their daddy is residing quite happily on my chin. The two nieces came shopping with me last night and low and behold we looked for 2 and a half hours to find the first pair of shoes we seen grrrr. I bet my mum loves this story when she hears it, it was always her gripe with me.
I’m throwing so much water down my neck I may drown, I’ve ran out of invites as the other half decided to invite extra people I’ve never heard of, I’ve decided to decorate the hall myself and I will bet you I’ll be running around after everyone on the wedding day itself. This is what happens when you let your bridesmaids off the hook and the chieftan is in another country soaking up the sun and generally chilling out. Meanwhile I’m freaking out trying to guess if shoes will be comfy for her, what tiara she might like and what her hair should look like. One of the others is about to upstage me with more bling than Puff Diddy so much so there will be a search party out for the bride.
I haven’t had a chance to read a book, Eastenders has all but disappeared, my long walks are non existent and I can’t face the prospect of alcohol to drown it all out.
So spare a thought when I finally make it to Gretna because its more of a journey than you may realise
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