• Waking up full of anticipation and excitement.
• Packing my overnight bag. It predominantly contained shoes. I found myself temporarily unable to comit to a single pair. So I took three.
• Eating one of Mr. LA’s delicious omelettes for breakfast.
• Walking to the station in the blazing hot sunshine and boarding the train to London.
• Whiling away the journey by giving myself a manicure with Chanel Graphite {LOVE}, reading wedding magazines, sipping evian and munching on a wispa.
• Stepping on to the platform at Paddington and being overwhelmed by a feeling of coming home.
• Wishing I still lived in London.
• Loving the sunshine.
• Meeting my best friend {and bridesmaid} Sarah near her flat in Ladbroke Grove.
• Drinking tea and catching up.
• Strolling down Portebello Road.
• Admiring all the vintage clothes for sale. Especially the winter coats, but it was simply too hot to even contemplate such a purchase.
• Wishing I still lived in London.
• Discussing ways to manipulate gently persuade Mr. LA to move back.
• Getting dressed in my dark denim skinny jeans, black top and nude peep toe heels.
• Loving my Chanel Gondola pedicure. Such a pretty shade.
• Sipping rose wine and eating a meal prepared by Sarah’s fiance, Dom. It was a kind of satay chicken thing wrapped in crisp green lettuce and it was delicious.
• Heading to Holborn for another friend’s hen do.
• Reluctantly sipping warm wine through a willy straw while inwardly wishing Tattybojangles and her Vintage Hen House would take over the world.
• Enjoying a ridiculously expensive mojito in a bar in Covent Garden.
• Feeling a little nostalgic for my {misspent} youth.
• Wishing I still lived in London.
• Turning down shots. How very, very sensible of me.
• Surviving the tube and the night bus on the journey home.
• Cursing the children when I found myself wide awake at 6.50am. Kids don’t half screw with your body clock.
• Enjoying a bacon sandwich.
• Enduring a tortuous journey to Stevenage {oh! engineering works and rail replacement buses, how I despise thee!} for my wedding makeup trial with Katy.
• Being made to feel very, very beautiful. I’ve come to the conclusion that Katy is a genius. She managed to work her magic on a slightly hungover bride-to-be, even though she was 39 weeks pregnant and in sweltering heat. Plus, she’s lovely.
• Feeling very grateful after Katy drove us to the end of the Picaddilly line so we could get back into London without the fear of missing my 5pm train back to Exeter.
• Grabbing a snack and stocking up on trashy mags for the journey home.
• Wishing I still lived in London.
• Watching the sunset over Bath through the train window.
• Throwing my arms round Mr. LA as I entered the house
• Giggling as he stared in amazement at my beautifully made up eyes {that were still immaculate after 9hrs of wear and a cheeky nap on the train}.
• Tumbling into bed and dreaming of London, dreaming of home.

Loveaudrey xxx