When someone hears that I'm getting married this week, they ask me two questions, in this precise order.
One:
Are you nervous?
and, Two:
Have you seen the weather forecast?
Now I do believe that it rains fairly often in this peculiar little country, and so far no one has melted from it. I know there's a first for everything, but I'm refusing to get worried about something I have no control over. I could always swim to the church, my veil acting as a fishing net to catch a few additions to the evening's BBQ meal.
As part of my big day preparations, I paid a visit to The Lemon Rooms spa in Amersham Old Town where I was pampered with their Elemis Lavender Repair facial. It's specifically geared towards treating breakouts, rebalancing the skin's natural oils and addressing problem pores. My skin is having a bit of a tantrum this month for obvious reasons, so it was a good call. I was scrubbed, rubbed and oiled to within an inch of my life, and I emerged onto the beautiful streets of Amersham Old Town feeling relaxed and looking like a madwoman (facial = no makeup & hair standing on end).
Amersham Old Town has been graced with my presence much during this pre-wedding period, and I'm sure I'll always find plenty of excuses. My Maid of Honour and I enjoyed champagne afternoon tea at The Crown a few weeks ago to celebrate what was a fab hen weekend in Oxford. The wasps enjoyed our scones too, but turned their noses up at the lovely lemon and poppy seed loaf cake. Amersham has fussy wasps.
Speaking of insects, I have an extreme-sports spider living behind my driver side wing mirror. He only comes out when I start driving, ventures to the centre of his web, and enjoys the thrill of the wind against his exoskeleton. Madman.
One:
Are you nervous?
and, Two:
Have you seen the weather forecast?
Now I do believe that it rains fairly often in this peculiar little country, and so far no one has melted from it. I know there's a first for everything, but I'm refusing to get worried about something I have no control over. I could always swim to the church, my veil acting as a fishing net to catch a few additions to the evening's BBQ meal.
As part of my big day preparations, I paid a visit to The Lemon Rooms spa in Amersham Old Town where I was pampered with their Elemis Lavender Repair facial. It's specifically geared towards treating breakouts, rebalancing the skin's natural oils and addressing problem pores. My skin is having a bit of a tantrum this month for obvious reasons, so it was a good call. I was scrubbed, rubbed and oiled to within an inch of my life, and I emerged onto the beautiful streets of Amersham Old Town feeling relaxed and looking like a madwoman (facial = no makeup & hair standing on end).
Amersham Old Town has been graced with my presence much during this pre-wedding period, and I'm sure I'll always find plenty of excuses. My Maid of Honour and I enjoyed champagne afternoon tea at The Crown a few weeks ago to celebrate what was a fab hen weekend in Oxford. The wasps enjoyed our scones too, but turned their noses up at the lovely lemon and poppy seed loaf cake. Amersham has fussy wasps.
Speaking of insects, I have an extreme-sports spider living behind my driver side wing mirror. He only comes out when I start driving, ventures to the centre of his web, and enjoys the thrill of the wind against his exoskeleton. Madman.
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