Here we are, 5 days from the wedding, and I am, for the first time in my life, in the middle of a girly meltdown. Instead of fretting about the drop in British Geological Survey commercial income, Government fiscal policy and Ordnance Survey contractual obligations, I am instead in a tizz over nail polish (smudged), fingernails (which keep breaking), fake tan (which is giving me spots) and teeth whitening (which did work beautifully).
I am not so much a wannabe WAG as someone who realises that no matter how hard she tries, her hair will still be messy on her wedding day.
