Exactly six months today I will be walking down the aisle to Mr Moore. My reaction to this fact reminds me of my daily experience of getting ready for work. One minute I’m luxuriating in the bath with what seems like heaps of time to spare and then, before you can say ‘Mrs Moore-to-be’, I find myself racing around the flat, frantically searching for my keys/purse/gloves in ‘Challenge Anneka’ kind of a way.
Our cuckoo clock - home of Heidi
Before I reach that point of complete panic there is, however, an interim stage when I hear Heidi, the cuckoo who lives in our clock, striking the hour. At that point, I become aware of the need to accelerate my progress towards the front door so that I can exit in time to catch the train without having to run all the way to the station.
Heidi at the door of her house
Just as Heidi’s cuckooing reminds me that I can dither no longer about heels vs flats or a skirt vs a dress, waking up this morning and realising that we’ve entered the six-month countdown period has made me realise that I need stop prevaricating about such knotty nuptial issues as the choice of wedding breakfast menu and typeface on the invitations and make some decisions. I know it shouldn’t be that hard. But it is and if you’ll click this way to www.awarwickshirewedding.com
I’ll share with you the reason for my vacillation.