I came down with the dreaded Man-Flu – known in medical circles as sneezus terminalis. I can say in a terribly butch way that I am a double hard bar steward when it comes to the lurgy, and was the final member of my household (of two) and office to succumb to this virulent pathogen. Yes, yes, I know, I rock.
However, it did take a toll on my planning. We’re getting to the stage when we’re going to have to send out the first batch of stationery. This means that we have to have a firm understanding of what we want for our colours. We’ve rapidly realised that our initial colour choice was not going to work for a number of reasons – the main being trying to make it fit with different shades of itself and also any other colours. Now I know why brides really wear white – it bloody well goes with everything!
I have also unwittingly become ensnared in the wicked vice of women’s planning. Sharon has been sounding ideas out with her bridesmaids and it’s all turned into a bit of a stress. Rightly or wrongly Sharon has filled me in, which now means I am embroiled in it all. I don’t want to be – I want to know colours so that I can change our eventual wedding website, sure – but I don’t want to know about dress lines, what colours are lucky to wear, what is Cheryl Cole’s favourite underarm deodorant and other baffling factors that go into deciding these garments.
