But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me.
Today i feel like a bride must feel after her wedding. Having invested so much emotion, and excitement into yesterday, this morning leaves you feeling happy, but knowing that you won't be wearing that dress today.
The alarm went off very early, as we have weddings of our own to attend to. I have just come back from a wisteria clad George hotel, where i festooned a 3 tier chocolate cake in trails of pink flowering jasmine. I have never known a cake smell so delicious.
Tomorrow Hambleton Hall, an explosion of peonies, and scented foliage. Hambleton is where i would marry, when the sun shines on Rutland Water the view from the terrace looks like the Cote D'Azur.
The Hound is in a post wedding slump, he has been reading The Telegraph looking for Clara's pictures and carb loading on the commemorative shortbread.
Watching it all chez The Stamford Hen
The obvious love affair
Beatrice and Eugenie looked like they were going to Aintree
The Beckhams, no class, and what is going on with David's eyebrows?
SamCam, no hat, pashmina in hand, weird hair things from Accessorise
Pippa's St. Tropez
and now the official photographs are out.
Shop windows tomorrow, i haven't forgotten.
Did you have a high point?
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:05 PM