The Final Countdown

I’m currently trying to whiten my teeth.

I’ve got a gum guard in my mouth laced with gel.

After this, I might plunge my feet into scalding water in an attempt to melt a dead layer of skin.

Yes, it can only be: The Final Countdown.

At 1pm on Saturday 7^th of May, my father will be walking me down the aisle.

This weekend I brought home my wedding dress in a beautiful patterned box.

The nerves arrived soon after.

Last night I was awake for ages buzzing with nervous energy.

I tossed and turned and couldn’t even focus on one particular disaster.

My wedding disaster dreams are quite traditional I’m afraid.

The recurring ones include:

· Forgotten rings (specifically, forgotten in wrong country)

· Red wine spillage all down my dress (before I’ve even sat down)

· No one singing along to the hymns (eerie quiet)

· Food poisoning (cutting the day very short)

That last one is a recent development and the result of thinking too much.

The wedding is going to be in Spain so we have to be ready a week in advance.

Family will be arriving in the days running up to the wedding from England, Spain and Colombia.

The Fiancé has told me not to worry about anyone but I’ll feel terrible if we lose a relative at a tourist attraction or someone gets pick-pocketed in Las Ramblas.

I’m imagining head counts and loudspeakers.

In general, I’m probably imagining too much.

Oh, I’ve just thought of another disaster!

Dodgy tan lines!

I’ll just pop my feet in some scalding water and think about that for a minute.