I could tell that no one believed me when I said that I was going designer wedding dress window shopping in London. All my friends seemed to think it inevitable that I would come back home with The Dress.
Their reaction was, I confess, understandable. My lifelong over indulgence in retail therapy is such that I have only myself to blame if it’s impossible for anyone to conceive of my going into a clothes shop – or indeed any shop – and coming away empty handed.
But this was, I protested, different. The simple fact of the matter was that I couldn’t afford a designer dress. Even a dress at the lower end of the designer scale would, I insisted, be way beyond our wedding budget. This argument, however, did little to convince anyone. I could almost hear the sound of stifled laughter at the very thought of my using the word ‘budget’. It was as if everyone – including H2B – considered the phrase ‘Mrs Moore-to-Be’s wedding dress budget’ to be a contradiction in terms.