so less than a week to go....

can't believe how quickly time flies, and knowing that in a weeks time it will all be over (apart from the week off - oh joy!) I have mixed feelings. I have enjoyed the run up to the wedding (much more than Paul!) in that I enjoy organising and don't generally get stressed about the little issues, but have fun with the instead. but then again, it will be nice to focus on something else for a while, possibly buying a house, reacquianting myself with a fitness regine (!!), thinking about excuses not to have kids etc etc. I'm worried that the day will go by in such a blur that I won't remember any of it, but you can't stop time (just like you can't control the weather) so I will simply aim to enjoy what I can, and hope the photographer does a good job of recording the feeling of the day so I can look back and remember with a smile.

Work has continued in it's hectic-ness, with a trip to Italy last week. nice place to visit, if only I had had the energy to enjoy it. My hosts looked after me for one evening but the second day I had to plead knackeredness and retired to the hotel with a linding headache for an early night, not a bad thing considering the Italian TV has not got a lot going for it! Next time I visit I fully intend to take a weekend and visit the sights of Turin. But at least I was able to buy Paul a present of parmesan (or whatever its called) - how romantic! (I also bought some VERY expensive earrings at the airport!!!)

Friday night I was exhausted after a long day of travelling but had already arranged a night out with work people, which ended up being one of those nights where you could have easily called it off and spend the evening on the sofa but you force yourself out and have a really good evening. I work with a really good bunch of people and the diverse group that came out to wish me well really meant a lot to me!

Sat night was meeting up with Fraser and friends for his 40th bash in Slimbridge. held in a lovely YHA hostel, sadly not long for this world, I was sorry to have only been there on the Sat night but I had needed to relax and get my sanity back after such a hectic few days. Managing to filll a 56 bed hostel full of friends was testament to how popular and loved Fraser is, and I cn only hope to have such a similar bunch of fab people about me when I hit that milestone.

So tonight, I spend my final Monday as Ms. Haigh in the delightful Premier Inn in Denton, Manchester. i doesn't get much more exciting than this. This time next week, I'll be married and in France. Can't say fairer than that can you really!