With two weeks and one day to go until my daughter's wedding, my Sis (in Sussex) and Bro (in Adelaide) have decided that I cannot possibly chop enough cabbage to make coleslaw for up to 200 people, and that they will contribute dollars to purchasing pre-made salads.
In between attempting to write a paper that has to be in France by next Thursday (I will be in Victoria from Tuesday to Thursday, and my Supervisors, who need to read and approve what I write, probably won't read my email, never mind respond, before Monday) I tried to explain to siblings that it isn't just about cost - I don't like the taste of premade salads.
Just received pointed email from Bridetobe, telling us all to get over it, and to ensure that there is plenty of chocolate for the fountain.
The fact that she is spending today de-pooing the paddock where the reception will be held is making me feel a little (actually, lots) better.
Picking up dress tomorrow. Wonder what dramas will unfold. Jess has lost weight? Jess has gained weight? Jess has lost weight around the boobs and stacked it on around the hips? (Well, she is my daughter).
I will not be wearing a hat or a fascinator. (Munch, is Kath & Kim screened in UK? If so, suggest you watch the episode where the gals attend the Melbourne Cup and Kim notices a piece of puked-up carrot caught in Kath's fascinator. Should put MILtobe into perspective). Sis wants to book me a hair appointment for the morning of the big day. I have an appointment booked for Monday for a cut and colour. I absolutely do not want to be froufroued on the day - I want to look like me, however unattractive that may be. Why is it that hairdressers promise to just blow you dry without any fiddle faddles, but then just can't help themselves, pulling out roller brushes of various sizes, flicking bits here, curling bits there????????????? Besides which, I will probably get the job of leading Guy (horse) around for photographs, and he is adept at putting people back into their boxes. With no hat for him to remove from my head and chuck away, he would be very likely to take a mouthfull of water from the trough and then gently and elegantly dribble it out over my coiffeured (????) head.
Gosh, I feel so much better now
Trent (fellow student) has just proofread my paper, bless him. He's not a scientist, so usually understands about as much of what I write as I do of his marketing blurbs, but he thinks I've done a great job. Will wallow in his praise until I hear back from Supervisors, and then return to the real world.
Happy Friday One and All.
xx