So to update - I am getting married 2 weeks tomorrow. I'm currently a mixture of excited and nervous, but as Martin is going down to Birmingham tomorrow for his stag weekend, I am currently shitting bricks. Possibly not whole ones. I haven't had a panic attack yet, but I'm not far off, so I'm sure they will grace me with their presence later on.
My plan is to go to my parents' house on Friday night. Not only can I get drunk for a nominal fee, I will also have people around me to calm me down and stop worrying. My plan is then to drive back on Saturday after my dress fitting, so I'm not sure how I will fare then. If anyone wants to go to the pub in Lancaster...!
Roll on the 21st - and look for a 6' Queen of Hearts stumbling around Lancaster City Centre...
