Wedding manager

Weddings make you wish you had a hundred hands instead of a brain that feels like a sponge attached to 10 different heads being pulled in different directions

A long, long while ago yesterday, at a time when chaos was just a theory and not the state of the house, when life was regulated by comings and goings to work with the odd coffee break, when I believed myself to be organised, at such a time I had not anticipated how ill-equipped I was to handle my son’s wedding. Was it last week when I could put my head on a pillow and hope to fall asleep? When order meant drawing up a list and ticking off points one at a time till all was done? Was it