It’s scary to think that my wedding is only three months away…..
I keep trying to distract myself with things like work, and cheese, but however much I try to ignore it my thoughts keep drifting back to it.
It doesn’t help that Philippa seems to think every waking moment should be spent fretting about it and planning it.
In truth, we’ve done just about everything we can do at this stage. We’ve even booked the entertainment for the evening do. Have you heard of a band called ‘Nettle Rash’? No, neither have I, and I’m a bit worried their name makes them sound like a thrash metal combo of some sort. But apparently they do acoustic versions of popular stuff from the 1950s right up to today, and the guitarist is also a DJ so once they’ve finished their set he ‘spins a few discs’ in a disco sty-lee and people can dance if they choose to while I try to get Philippa back to the hotel room well before midnight.
I know I occasionally moan about the marriage thing, but the truth is I can’t wait to be Philippa’s husband and I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.
I just wish we could have the marriage without the wedding.
RC 23-9-15
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