So basically in four weeks my little sister puts on a REALLY pretty dress and married her man and I get stuck into the prosecco at the wedding of the century.
I don’t quite know why, but this meant today we went to the venue of this event of the century, for tea and little sandwiches and tiny cubes of lavender jelly and amazing macarons of rhubarb and custard goodness.
Because that is the ideal thing to be eating four weeks before you are one of four bridesmaids, all of whom are practically supermodels.
I also got stuck into the prosecco.
Best start these wedding preparations early.