Wearing this big white veil (that seriously impeded vision and balance), wandering the upstairs level of my parents’ home, all alone* on the wedding morning…
Did I mention that I felt a bit like Miss Havisham from Great Expectations?
(That is, until Lyd and Joycey came into the room.)
*Everybody had gone outside to watch the gatecrashing antics, and all bridesposse were dutifully engaged at their stations, so nobody was with me at first.
**All this joy and merriment took place just before M was to come to my bedroom door and ‘fetch’ the bride.
***If you by any chance know my parents, please do them and me the favour of not showing this to them to avoid absolute mortification. Ta very much!
What would I do without my homies, seriously?
Lyd oh Lyd! Help me tell her to get her tushy back to London, and bring you along while she’s at it! x
Heh I would gladly go with her, too!! :)