Well, I know I shouldn’t really be on here, but we’ve reached a stage in the early morning proceedings where some of us are ready and are trying not to pace around. Somehow there were no shower arguments. Sylvie wants to be the last person to see Rosie, so she and I are off in a minute to do that – along with some flat shoes for Ro.
The hall is decked out, the weather is clearing and I feel as though I am about to take the hardest non-revised exam on a long haul flight I don’t want to be on, whilst feeling extremely home sick. That’s the best I can do, description wise.
It’s very comforting to hear of all of you who are coming and all of you who are going to be with us somehow, even if you are miles away and are doing your own thing at 11.45. Thank you.
So, I’m going off now – funeral directors and milk buying. Will let you know how it all goes.
Calum has just appeared with a hoover and is hoovering what looks like a clean carpet to me. Why?