I made my way upstairs with T then text my sisters to come and get my car keys. They unloaded everything and brought it upstairs to me whilst I stayed hidden away. T was happy exploring the suite and four poster bed playing with his toys whilst I admired the beautiful flowers the florist had left on the bed, watched people scurrying around outside and listening to the voices and laughter in the Great Hall below. I felt like the princess in the tower. Watching the VOG filming the grounds, cars being turned away from the front of the building so they weren’t in any photo’s and E’s family taking in the English countryside.
My BM’s took their dresses and got changed. T’s nanny arrived at 12pm and entertained Theo whilst I sat waiting for my MUA to arrive trying so hard to eat my favourite M&S sandwich and cream scone but my throat was clamped shut with anxiety. The MUA arrived at 12.30pm and set to work. [insert MUA picture]
What was a calm environment descended into a very crowded manic room. 3 BM’s, 1 tiny flower girl, 1 rampant page boy, a nanny, VOG, TOG and stressed MOB running back and forth all with lots of, nerves, laughter, questions and getting in each others way. We popped open the champagne and started to drink to calm the nerves. I was a bit concerned that every time my Mum came into the room that she was in her combat trousers and T.shirt as she was supposed to be dressed and ready to put me into my dress and it was 1pm. It turns out Gran was taking ages to get ready so she had to help her and her wing was a 3 minute fast walk from the Manor house so Mum was all hot and bothered. I sort of snapped at her to go and get dressed and come back so she disappeared.