Romance is more than alive and definitely kicking in the Stephens’ household

We’re well onto our second wedding dress – not an unusual occurence, I’m told, although the moths in my purse are complaining –

Ah, shud up, you lot!

Above everything else on the day, the dress has to be right – and the latest one is fabulous. And as if that isn’t enough joy for one evening, the florist is someone in whom I am happy to place my absolute trust – and would possibly move back to Cheshire in order to avail myself of his incredible flair and amazing expertise on a regular basis –

More wedding gen to come as and when we get there, so stay tuned.

Meanwhile, I’m off to soak off the stresses of – the ‘will we – won’t we – find it’ (the dress, I mean) – in a bath of ass’s milk.

Okay – I guess Radox will have to do
Sxx