Organising a wedding is traumatic, throw uncertain weather forecasts into the cauldron and you can picture the schizophrenic state daughter, future SIL and I are in at the moment.
Relatives staying with us for the weekend has added just a dash of manic housewifery to the mix.
Amy’s and the Boys Mummy being unwell has embellished the whirlwind that is me, as I am so concerned about her that I have stolen Amy, and she is now accompanying me through my organisational maze.
It’s a bit like Christmas Eve really as then, once it gets to 6pm, I relax slightly as all the shops are shut. I’m just looking forward to bed-time tomorrow as then if it ain’t done, it ain’t ever going to be done!