Remember, Remember the Fifth of November...

..Because that's when I'm getting married. Yep. That's right. November the 5th this year. Exactly 109 days to go from today. Just over three months. Fifteen and a half weeks to lose half my body weight and prepare my brain for being a married woman!

Why in the name of all that is twinkly have I lumbered myself with what looks to be a shotgun wedding date?

Because neither of us could say no to a Daddy who clearly believes he might not be around long enough to see us walk back up the aisle as bride and groom.  Because on the day we got engaged we planned to get married next April, but when we went to tell the news to Richards Dad, he whispered "soon" and some things are more important than indulging my inner bridezilla...

And so, at 3.30 on November 2011 I will marry Richard at The Vincent Hotel, Southport, which has just enough heritage as a former art deco cinema to keep me satisfied, for though this won't be  the polka dotty flower sprinkled wedding of my dreams, I am busy constructing a beautiful new sepia toned, blue lined old Hollywood style dream, and the wedding has been planned so that just as we sit down to eat the Southport skyline should explode with fireworks...

Darlings, I am in an ABSOLUTE frenzy.