“Are you sure we need to buy these straws? They seem very….veiny.”
That was the phone call from my sister Heather yesterday afternoon. I’ll let you imagine the type of bulging veins she may or may not have been referring to.
It’s hard to write a daily diary post in the morning, but I am about to drive to Bury St Edmunds for ‘Hen Part One’ so I won’t get a chance to write again later…hopefully because I’ll be busy having ‘civilised fun’ rather than covering a retired fireman in baby oil and crying.
Two hen weekends seems massively excessive and I would like to blame my fiancé for that. He didn’t think our dads would necessarily ‘enjoy’ Ibiza (oh why ever not, pray tell?) so wanted a UK stag too which could be more….errrr….inclusive. So while the men of both families do their stag thing in the breweries of Bury St Edmunds, I’ll be doing ladylike things with the wimmin.
My ‘proper’ hen is in the Lake District in two weeks and I am exceptionally excited, but this weekend will be very special as it will be the first time my future sister-in-law meets my extended family and the first time my parents will meet the best man. (I think?!).
Gosh, how grown up we all are!
Us laydeez – ranging in age from 16 to ’70-something’ – will be cream tea-ing, cocktailing, gadding and gassing. I’m excited for everyone to spend a proper weekend together, but especially so that Pip (future S-I-L extraordinaire) is able to come. I can’t compliment her too much because my OH would literally make me delete it and retract every kind word, but if I was ever going to have an older sister I can’t imagine a better woman to look up to. Pip is one of those “women you’d want to be” and I can’t wait for her to meet the other bridesmaids.
Once the fun of today is over, the boys and girls will be reunited at my parents house tomorrow where we’ll be officially trialling this intensely amazing cocktail that Jamie Oliver’s DrinksTube designed for us…
It should be a lovely weekend and I may even have pictorial based evidence of such tomorrow.