If you were in Brighton early last month, you may have seen something really special. You may have seen a grown man reach melting point and break down. It was a Friday, around midday, a little over 24 hours from my wedding. Family and friends were on their way from far-flung locations such as Dublin, Yorkshire, Cumbria and Somerset, and the finishing touches were being put to plans that had begun 18 months ago.
While out picking up some toiletries in the city centre, a thunderbolt struck from above. Confetti – nobody had bought confetti and they definitely wouldn’t be able to just pick some up between the train station and the Town Hall. After receiving no answer from my fiancé, I rushed to a local stationery shop and it, being Brighton, of course it had sold out of biodegradable confetti.
The clock was ticking and my future in-laws were just minutes away. Knocking old ladies and small children out of my way on the quest to find pink and blue ricepaper, I made it to a Paperchase and grabbed as many of the poxy little packets as I could carry. When I finally got through to my fiancé to regale her with my heroism, all she could say was that I interrupted her massage and that we had more important things to worry about than confetti…
So, the moral of the story is that you should try not to sweat over the little things. A wedding is obviously a stressful time and no matter how much you’ve planned, there will be something that crops up at the last minute – accept it, deal with it and move on.