I knew this would happen (73 shopping days until W-day.)

Start a blog. Write in it once. Forget all about it.
I made the mistake of mentioning it to the soon-to-be lovely wife (that's soon to be wife, not soon to be lovely, obviously. She's lovely already. And more importantly, she might read this and she can hit harder than I can.)
Anyway, I stupidly mentioned it and now she has asked a couple of times about updates. As if she doesn't get enough ear-bend and inanity from me. What a trooper.
Anyway, events are progressing. We have RSVP's from pretty much everybody, so we can start sending out the evening do invitations as well as a few stragglers for the main event.
I'm just waiting to hear back from the tailors. I'm going to spend more on a suit than I've spent on any single item ever apart from the engagement ring and my old VW Corrado. The Corrado wasn't bespoke of course - the suit will be, thanks to Henry Herbert (http://www.henryherbert.com/) - but then a lounge suit won't do 0-60 in 6.4 seconds and you can't shag in the front seat. I loved that car...
Anyway, had a good conflab with the new organiser person from The Swan at the Globe. She seems to know what's she's doing, so my mind is somewhat eased. there still seems to be an odd mix of loads and not much to do from our side. Most things are essentially sorted to the extent that I'm convinced we're missing something important. One would imagine that a million things will pop out of the woodwork in the last couple of weeks resulting in panic and pandemonium, but for now I'm going to enjoy the peace.
And make a list...
Nearly forgot, we took delivery of our first wedding present last week. Our new, massive bed arrived. By golly it's a monster. P and I have had to get walkie talkies to communicate - we're in different time zones, practically. The bed may be a superking, but the duvet is for now, still decidedly "king" which means I've woken up cold a couple of times when P has infiltrated my side and carried off the whole duvet. Still, I may have been cold, but at least I wasn't cold AND falling off the edge. Result!
Long story short - thanks Mother for the gift of wonderful sleep, free from the fear of being booted off the bed.

****Update****
Just got off the blower from Henry Herbert. First fitting is on Monday.
I shall have to starve myself for the rest of the week!