Bless your beautiful bride

It has rained ALL day, so we've been watching old episodes of Don't Tell the Bride. This prompted the children to ask about my wedding dress. When I said I still had it, they all squealed and wanted to try it on. Yes, even Tom.

I managed to get one photo of Grace doing her sobbin' woman impression. Despite her lobster socks and bed hair, she looks a lot better in the dress than I ever did. She'll never be a lonesome polecat.

Funnily enough, or not funny at all considering the awful weather, we're meant to be going to see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers at the Open Air Theatre in Regent's Park tonight. We seem to have chosen the wettest August day for the last ten years.

Cross your fingers for us please, and blow those storm clouds away!