Despite Gary Barlow’s best efforts, I’m officially off the market.
That’s right, I am now *gasp* a “Mrs”. I have a new husband, name and marital status.
This time one week ago I was slugging down wine and preparing for the first dance. I was still attempting to teeter around on too-high shoes (my new husband is six foot five, so the high shoes were a necessity) and look elegant in my beautiful dress. But the alcohol was also starting to take it’s toll, so the veil had been ditched and the laughing was getting a little raucous. Continue reading