I’m off on holiday this weekend and I can’t wait.
Now, after a year that has included lots of world travel, I know I won’t get any sympathy when I say I’m in need of a holiday.
If you could have seen the look my sister Michelle gave me when I mentioned in conversation last week that I could really ‘do with a holiday’ – well, if looks could kill, let’s just say I wouldn’t be writing this column!
Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to a break. We’re off to Antigua to see my best friend, Denise, get married.
I’ve been besties with Denise since we were nine years old, having met at Cowplain School. And it’s been love ever since!
I’m not very happy about having to let her go to Del, her future husband, but I guess I don’t have much of a choice – as I keep getting told (time and time again).
‘We’re all growing up’ people keep on saying to me. That may well be true but it doesn’t mean I have to accept it!
I’m bridesmaid and looking forward to walking down the aisle with Denise, although I have to confess I’m a little nervous about making mistakes or tripping up.
You see, I’m somewhat renowned for being clumsy and late – not a good combination.
I successfully fulfilled my obligations as bridesmaid to my other best friend, Laura, who got married in July this year.
But I fear that whilst on holiday, in a relaxed environment and with alcohol readily available (it’s an all-inclusive resort) things might go wrong.
Well, you just never know what might happen.
I’m also a little concerned about squeezing into my bridesmaid dress.
You see, I’ve been dieting quite a bit since getting back from my travels (I was filming a documentary) earlier this year and have dropped over a stone in weight.
That’s excellent news. But we travel out tomorrow and Denise isn’t getting married until the following Thursday.
That’s way too many days and nights during which I can attempt to eat and drink my own body weight.
But what’s a girl to do? Opt for the salad cart at the restaurant buffet?
I don’t think so, do you?