The Wedding Planner

[ailbhe]

Today the wily Ailbhe has stalked the easy-access hotel across the veldt, following it to its lair and taking its phone number, room prices and distance in walking minutes from the wedding.

She has also purchased half a dozen facecloths, two packets of dye, white shoe polish (for the wedding shoes), ice-cream and healthy breakfast cereal. Oh, and toilet roll.

And she pounced on some colourful bedding plants which will be installed in the patch out the back, henceforward to be known as Look, It's a Real Garden, It Has Flowers.

And she found a printer to whom she can email PDFs for the printed copies of the ceremony.

And she met a friend from work, the one who rescued her at the Worst Christmas Party In The History Of The Universe Ever, No Really, Worse Than That.

And her arms are pinkish.