I'm home, I'm extraordinarily happy to be here...
...other than the discovery that I left the UK a Size 12 and returned nine months later a whopping Size 18. I am about 2.5 stones heavier - who knew that the body could expand at such a rate? (Back on the Diet Dust.)
As a result (I look like a sack of potatoes in everything that Monsoon, Coast and Phase 8 have to offer), I will be standing in front of 120 or so people in four days time in the white plastic dress of nastiness.
As soon as the blessing is over, I will whip off my very own sea of white polyster and slip into a dress that has been cast off by my younger sister as she's worn it to about 3 other weddings in the past year. It even has a cigarette burn on the skirt that I need to put a stitch in. Classy to the end, eh?!
As soon as I am not drowning in place cards, playlists and all sorts of other admin, I will surface with pictures.
In the meantime - wish us both luck?!