Getting Married on Saturday!
Yup. The big day approaches - 3 days, 20 hours, 3 minutes, 40 seconds ...
The bride is under the weather today, poor girl. I maintain that IKEA has finally taken its toll - too many late nights with furniture have certainly not done me any favours, but Mr. Berocca and Miss Evian are doing all they can to make my haggard visage look presentable for the weekend.
We had our rehearsal last Saturday. Then it starts to become very real - when Andrew had to use the words "etc etc etc" in the vows we were saying to prevent us being legally married then and there, it suddenly dawned what we were doing. Not in an "ARGH! Oh my God, what are doing?!" way, but in an "Oh yes ... now I remember what all the planning has been for way".
We managed to get my future Mother in Law in floods of tears. She assures me it's nothing to do with her disappointment in her daughters choice of husband, which is reassuring 
Order of Services printed (hooray!).
In other news - Ikea - damn you just one last time. My "MALM" chest of drawers was one lot of drawer rails short, and I have precious little time to deal with you right now!