Wish me luck kids, this is the last day I'm allowed my sanity until probably Tuesday.
When I come back, I will probably be none the worse for wear, notwithstanding the last name change, which has no effect on the diary. But I will have three days of wedding to talk about, including (I'm sure) play-by-plays of tantrums thrown by both (if you're lucky) my father and Nathan's mother.
Looking forward to the marriage, but the wedding, well, you'll just have to wait on that one.