The night before!

My baby boy gets married tomorrow and I am horizontal. I'd like to say it's because I'm calm, collected and laid back about the forth coming nuptials, but I'd be lying... it's because of the second glass of wine that I've just drunk with Me Julie.

I think I deserve it though, as to start with I woke up to gale forth 9 winds. Ok maybe not that strong, but one of the gazebos has been playing cat and mouse with me all day long around my garden. I have tied it down with string and cellotaped it to anything I could and it still bucked and bronchoed like an unbroken stallion. Gosh I must be drunk, as that sounded quite poetic!
Anyway after reinforcements arrived and took the cover off, used more cellotape and then banged nails into it within an inch of it's life... the wind dropped!

I had physio and was well and truly beaten up, as the penicillin has dried and stickied the nasties up somewhat. Jesus my back stung when I came out the hospital.

I have fretted about which flowers to buy, so brought loads and then fretted about the fact I wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of the month now. Still they look beautiful , even though I say it myself. I forgot how much I love flower arranging and how calm it is flower arranging in a church. Glad it was calm as I had to do my mother's hair afterwards and any peace I had went straight out the window! I've asked my sister to pick her up tomorrow and take her to the church, as I think I need a little time on my own.

I really love my daughter-in-law to be, but it's going to feel weird seeing my baby saying his vows and coming out of the church as a grown up. I just so know I'm going to cry.

Plus my bum hurts... enough said on that matter.

If this makes no sense... I'm sorry... Now know, that you shouldn't drink and takes drugs!

Lots of love Debbie x