So we're on three days to go and things are getting crazy. Like insane.
As a nice break from the insanity, last night I went home to see my family and popped up to my Nana's. Now, I love my Nana, she is brilliant, one of the smartest and sharpest people I know as well as one of my favourites. Once we got there she insisted that we had a sherry.
I hate sherry.
How a drink manages to be so sickly sweet and yet so strong tasting, anyway, I manned up and accepted my drink (Steve didn't. Because he is a wussy pants.).
I politely sipped it and only winced slightly.
After a minute or two, my Nana proposed a toast,
'To the end of Olivia Kerridge!' she announced, raising her glass.
Ummm.... lovely sentiment Nana but lets remember that I am not in fact dying. Just getting married and changing my surname....