I have a craftily angled fan pointed at me as I write this within the stuffy confines of my office. The bright sunlight is making me squint slightly as I sit looking out of the window.
Right now under my desk I have 48 small bottles of bubbles for the reception and I keep whipping them out and blowing bubbles across the office. Well, it is Friday after all. My work station has become wedding central.
We went across to Herm last night on Jeannie and dropped off some wedding supplies for the reception. We stayed for a beer at the Ship Inn and it was blooming lovely. Such a still night to go out on, we came back at dusk and the sea was like a mill pond, and anyway we were mosying along quite happily in the fading light when our friend Chris, who was on board, piped up "Nick, are you trying to play chicken with the Condor ferry?" and lo and behold, the massive ferry was coming straight towards us at a great rate of knots. So we had to swing it around and take evasive action!! But once the ferry went past us we all had to hang on for dear life as the wake hit us and for a few terrifying minutes we bobbled up and down like a ping pong ball in a tidal wave. Which actually once the terror had subsided was quite brilliant fun and we were all screeching like loons. Never a dull moment.
But I had another sleepless night of wedding anxiety. My stupid stupid brain just gets full of thoughts last thing every night and I end up churning over everything that oculd go wrong. Silly I know, but try telling my head that.
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Relax Sam! Even if the marquis collapsed and the food got burned we'd still have a right laugh. And your day would still be so lovely because you desrve it after alll your preparations xx
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