It was my stepson’s wedding on Saturday ( no, I’m not Camilla ?) in a small hamlet in the South Cotswolds 160 miles from home. Half an hour before we were due to leave for the church, I put my brand new Phase Eight dress on and the back zip broke!! We tried desperately to fix it to no avail. Of course,I doubt whether many people take an emergency wedding outfit with them so the only choice was to gather together as many safety pins as we could find and pin me into the dress. This meant I had to spend the whole very hot day in my jacket which was awful, especially in the marquee as it was stifling! Everyone was asking why I hadn’t taken my jacket off and in the end I had to tell people what had happened, joking about being a fatter, old version of the Liz Hurley look! I was distraught at the time as I was desperate to look good with DH’s ex being there but I suppose we’ll laugh about it in years to come. Now the question is what to do about the dress!
From sinner to saint, quite a transformation.
Taking dogs on holiday in summer

the other one soon joining it.Had to wait behind in the church and pull both the blighters off and stuff them in my handbag.