My wedding is next Saturday now. I first started the countdown with 10 months to go, couldn't believe it when we arrived at the weeks-to-go stage and now we find ourselves in the single-figure days category.
I'm giddy with excitement, tired yet buzzing with adrenalin. Friends announcing that they'll next see me in the church causes a flock of butterflies to rush through me and I'm trying to listen to my entrance music on repeat to train away the tears.
Ben says there's a new charged feeling between us like when we first started dating, casual handholding has turned to a firm clasp. Naturally work has stepped up several gears leading to missed gym slots and lunch hour fixtures, and of course, when 17 of our party are flying in from far flung destinations the fog sets in and grounds Heathrow, now thankfully cleared. But the end is in sight and there's only a 10% chance of rain.
We've taken three dance classes at Karen Hardy dance studios to try and salvage our first dance, walked in to find ourselves on the set of Strictly and felt a little apprehensive. But we've totally mastered the one-two step. The rest, less so. Worryingly I thought we were so much better than another couple sharing our dance floor on Wednesday night, but Ben said that was not the case.
Visit Karen Hardy Dance Studios here, classes are £239 for three hours
