In that crazy place parents find themselves on the eve of their child’s wedding. Tomorrow is Daughter2’s wedding.
Tonight we are home in the country, D2 is city side with her beau. According to the run sheet I am to be in the city at their hotel for hair and makeup at 9.30am. So that means we have to be on the road by 8am. It is a 2pm wedding.
I only arrived back from the city this evening. I was to be home last night, to have today to prepare, but like all good planning schedules things blew out and things go added, and so I really just came home to collect clothes and to organise Mr FD and Son.
Only major issue was that the DJ for the music suffered burns to his hands in an accident and so a replacement had to be found, which it was at 1pm this afternoon.
This is not a traditional wedding – think urban bohemian. It is in a warehouse; vertical gardens and all. A series of food trucks will feed the hordes throughout the evening : Pop Taco, BBQ Truck and Vira Lata (Brazilian/ Portuguese food) . There is a dessert bar in there somewhere, and Moscow Mules and Pimms to drink as well. There is also this and this and a photo booth. Oh and sparklers.
I may need a big lie down by the end of it.