Eeek! I still don’t feel old enough to say that, although clearly this isn’t true given that I’m the ripe old age of 32.
I really don’t know why I get ill every time I go away – it’s like my body hates me relaxing!
But getting married just feels so, well, grown-up.
All is going well with the plans, although I have to say it’s been 10 times more stressful than I thought it would be.
But then again I don’t really know what I thought, given that I’ve never been married before.
We’ve got our final meeting coming up with the people at the venue, Southend Barns near Chichester, plus the caterer, the photographer and the wedding car company.
We’ll be running through the day and making sure everyone knows where they’ve got to be and what they’ve got to do at what time.
My mind boggles over how much goes into a wedding and all the people involved have been so fab, taking it all in their stride.
I simply can’t wait to get that dress on, walk down the aisle, say ‘I do’ and then party!
But this week I’m afraid I’ve been feeling so ill.
It started last Wednesday, a day after getting back from my hen do in Morocco.
I felt like I had a sore throat and I thought ‘oh no, please don’t let it be ulcers in my mouth again’, as this has happened every time I’ve gone on holiday in the past year.
Well, this was 10 times worse. It was like I had swallowed a bag of knives and I spent the entire bank holiday back and forth to the hospital and doctors.
The problem was there was something down my windpipe, which they couldn’t see because it was so far down. Every time I even gulped I was in agony.
It’s just my luck and I really don’t know why I get ill every time I go away – it’s like my body hates me relaxing! Or perhaps it’s telling me to stop going away so much.
Anyway, I can’t wait to be married and I thank you all for listening to me rattle on about it in the run-up to the big day.
I’m sure that, at times, you’ve thought ‘oh shut up Cheryl’, but I really do appreciate your support.