4 Days to Go.

It is the 11th May and Friday is the big day. After all the preparation, money spending and menu discussions we are pretty well set up.

But as ever, the best laid plans etc. etc….I have a great big horrible insect bite on my cheek that won’t heal and will require a tanker full of concealer to disguise and…. The weather forecast for Friday is showing showers. And I think I am getting a cold.

But the show will go on. Our friends from New Zealand arrived on Saturday and guests begin to gather from various corners of the globe. Dietary requirements have been noted and we can confirm that we are catering for non dairy, vegetarian, non coconut, beef only, no fish and wheat allergy. The chef deserves a medal.

The table plan has finally been cast in stone…HEAR THIS EVERYONE…IT WILL NOT CHANGE AGAIN!

My best woman (who incidentally is on borrowed time along with one of my golfing friends after arranging the most outrageous hen party last Friday) tried to freak me out by deciding to wear fushia….Fine. Mother in law to be requires counseling because of indecision stress bought on by not being able to decide between blue and lavender.

And the groom…is colour blind so I have to buy his tie.

The best man is on the phone several times a day fretting about his speech. He has invited input from my partner’s golfing buddies. Needless to say the speech nearly ended up as a series of anecdotes about golf trips they have all been on. This will not happen.

The banqueting manager can’t spell so e-mails have sent pointing out that ‘mohito’ is actually ‘mojito’.

The florist has decided that the only way I can carry flowers and a clutch bag is to have a double ended arrangement. It will either look fabulous or be mistaken for a floral dumbbell. I dare anyone to say we are not trendsetters.

My son’s girlfriend is doing the reading but has been working all hours and doing loads of auditions (she’s an actress) so hasn’t had time to discuss it with us. She’ll be fine ….she’s professional…we’ll just tell her to think of it as a script.

Oh, and my hair dresser is currently stuck in Barcelona because of volcanic ash.

Here’s hoping the volcanic ash blows the other way, the sun comes out on Friday, the insect bite undergoes miraculous healing, and everyone has a good time.

I’ll let you know.