The whole weekend was organised by my bridesmaids, who know that I neither like being centre of attention or that I'm a party animal. At 34, I just think I'm a bit too old for all that. The mature affair that we were aiming for was achieved.
We spent the day at the bingo, dressed as old ladies, and the evening was a meal and a few drinks.
my mum (she is technically a grandma, so she was winning in the fancy dress stakes)
There is also a picture of me somewhere offering a werthers original to a very bemused ambulance driver. At this point I have no doubt he was cursing having to work late nights.
The lady who served us in the cocktail bar said that we smelled of charity shops and wee. She might have had a point about smelling of charity shops - I can't comment about the wee mind you.