Wedding of Laura

Well, there were photos, running around the house, suddenly finding myself critiquing make-up, doing tie pins and cuff-links for Jamie, Laura's brother who has got to the age of 27/8 and never worn a suit in his life, cleaning shoes as I was the only female who had nothing on nails as taking photographs (fresh nail polish + rooting in bag for new film = death to nail polish), telling Laura she didn't need stockings once she'd torn them as white stockings look kind of stupid on a well-tanned Chinese girl, taking more photos, blessing Steph's mum's Glynis for being the bacon sandwich fairy, and drooling over the Bentley (brand spanking new, see driver be amused by Heather going 'I want that. Can I have that, please?') that came to pick Laura up.

Then wedding, more photos, and silliness at reception. Am so very, very knackered.