• Waking up in my Mum’s flat in west London. My friend Kate and I had travelled up by train  on Friday evening for my bride-to-be party weekend {a hen do by any other name}, sipping bubbly and eating Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference crisps all the way.
• Drinking tea and enjoying a breakfast of fruit and yogurt in my Mother’s sunlit kitchen.
• Heading to Westfield for a spot of wedding related shopping.
• Buying my wedding undies from Rigby & Peller. It’s definitely an indulgence {read: the most expensive bra I’ve ever bought} but worth every penny. The assistant was happy for me to try my wedding dress on over everything and I was thrilled with the image that gazed back at me from the mirror when I did. If you’re somewhat lacking in the boob department like me, and looking for something you can wear with a wedding dress that has straps, I highly recommend the Simone Perele Nina Bra in ivory.
• Feeling grateful for Spanx. Don’t worry, I’ll slip into something a little, ahem, comfier, at the end of the evening!
• Welling up a little when my Mum bought her outfit for the wedding. All she needs now is a fabulous hat.
• Window shopping in Tiffany’s.
• Arriving home to find my sister Nicola, bridesmaid Sarah and friend Laura had decorated the flat with balloons and pretty pictures.
• Meeting more of my gorgeous girlfriends outside St. Pauls tube station.
• Strolling to Bea’s of Bloomsbury where we enjoyed the most incredible afternoon tea. There were delicious sandwiches, a seemingly endless selection of teas {I sampled the jasmine, it was divine}, scones with jam and clotted cream, brownies, blondies, cupcakes, pistachio meringues, and homemade cinnamon marshmallows. It was, quite simply, heaven.
• Loving the teapot lampshades that dangled above our heads.
• Travelling back to my Mum’s flat for a few glasses of prosecco while we slipped into something a little more glamorous. Our adventures in hair and makeup were accompanied by my sister’s fabulous ipod play list of cheeeezy music. I do love a bit of Britney!
• Taking the tube to Leicester Square and walking to Kettners in Soho.
• Bumping into a few Zombies on the way!
• Admiring the restaurant my friends had chosen for dinner. Kettners oozes glamour and I felt as if I’d wandered on to the set of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. There was a champagne bar, a beautiful spiral staircase and a gentleman playing at a white baby grand piano.
• Struggling to decide what to eat, it all sounded so delicious. In the end I went for the fishcakes with pease pudding and shrimp butter. It was incredible, the kind of meal you remember eating forever.
• Drinking a delectable rose wine that just so happened to be called ‘Pretty Gorgeous’.
• Enjoying myself more than I thought possible and feeling very, very lucky to have such fabulous friends and family.
• Trying {and failing} to elegantly drape myself over the banister of the opulent staircase for a photograph. I fear I looked more ‘hooker’ than ‘hollywood starlet’.
• Chuckling at the friendly Belgian on the tube who told my Mum we were the most sophisticated hen do he had ever encountered.
• Laughing at Laura when she sauntered up behind me on the escalator and said ‘I just have to tell you, your bum looks amazing in that dress’.
• Polishing off the prosecco, giggling, and chatting with my friends back at the flat.
• Tumbling into bed.
• Waking up with a teeny tiny hangover.
• Enjoying an epic cooked breakfast courtesy of my Mum and my sister.
• Wishing the weekend could last forever.
• Saying goodbye to friends and setting off for home.
• Wondering if the children were more excited about my arrival or the box of leftover cakes from our afternoon tea that I bought back from London. I suspect it was the latter.

Loveaudrey xxx