You'd never guess the clocks have changed

This has been a long week. Longer than a giraffe’s neck that’s been stretched in an unfortunate accident, or deliberately on a torture rack. Looooo-oooo-oooong week.
I think it’s because we’ve reached that point where I have to watch the daylight fade while I’m still at work, and then I have to drive home with my headlights on. I get used to it eventually, but it hurts like Hell when it first happens.

Philippa seems to have hit a turning point with her attitude to the wedding. “I’ll just be glad when it’s over now” has escaped from her lips at least twice this week. The good news is that almost everything is done and prepared, so we can relax a little bit now and look forward to the big day without panicking or attacking each other. I think we’ve done quite well, actually. I know so many people who spent months at loggerheads and then hated each other for the first year they were married, whereas we seem to have got through most of the planning trauma intact. Maybe me keeping out of it as much as possible and just saying ‘yes’ every so often was the key…

I’ve just had a horrible thought.
I have booked my wedding day off work, haven’t I??????????

RC 6-11-15