Eek! We’re away tomorrow – married a week today. I stop by my friend’s for a coffee and to drop off my dress, which she’s driving to the destination for me. I stay for an hour and a half, just to calm the fuck down. It is good.
I find it very hard to get it through my head that, no, I won’t “finish this bit off tomorrow”. I’ve always had a bit of an issue coming to terms with things ending. This might be the longest thing that I have ended.