Had another terrible night’s sleep, and another terrible dream. This time I was walking down the aisle in yet another unfinished dress… the front was finished and the back, well, there was no back. Nothing, whatseover. Nothing to ample wobbly, cellulite infested bottom as I wobbled my way to the altar. Do I have a fever or am I simply panicking?
Decided I must take action! Can’t believe I’m admitting this but I ventured into WH Smith to have a gander at bridal magazines. Who’d have thought there would be so many… and so expensive! Did I want to invest in a bridal magazine or would I prefer to sit in a Hotel du Vin with a glass of wine?