I'll be wifely... as soon as I've had a little nap

We now need a lottery win to pay for the hangover of debt incurred for our ten-hour party, but I would do it all over again in an instant.

We are back at home now. A fine layer of dust is already gathering on my wedding box, which is stuffed full of memories. And I still haven’t the heart to pack my dress away.

Little incidents are gradually cutting through the fog of the day – blaming the missing buttonholes on LOML and announcing that “I can’t marry him!” seconds before leaving for the chapel; my Dad insisting it was “too cold” to walk 30 yards to church and bundling us into his battered car; squeezing the photographer into the back; and laughing my head off when I saw my BFF’s Giant Eye peering through the crack in the chapel doors waiting for exactly the right moment for my entrance.

The wedding was a whirlwind and slipped by so fast, just as everyone told me it would. I feel quite sad it’s over.

But as I sit among the empty boxes and wrapping paper, I realise I now have the gift of time.

No more late nights painstakingly putting together playlists, stressing over seating or waking up at the crack of dawn in a cold sweat of anxiety.

Well, apart from last night, when we were up at 1am to get the Teen to the coach to catch her flight to Berlin.

This is her first school trip abroad, the house is empty and quiet and I miss her, but I know she will be having the time of her life.

So, I am relaxing into a new sort of normality, with just the Dog, the Cats and my new husband to look after (chortle).

I could start the dinner like a good little wife, but I think I am going to have a nap instead.

Start as you mean to go on, I say.

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