I’ve been a bit quiet on my main site recently – not a good thing considering it’s a news site. But I have my reasons, one of which is that my wedding is now only 16 days away. That’s marginally more than two weeks, for those who are mathematically-challenged. It’s odd, I’ve still not gotten to the panic stage, and I think neither has Catherine. Most of the important things are sorted out already, and I’ve even managed to get through the dreaded stag-do with my hair and eyebrows intact. Actually I’m quite pleased that part of the wedding is over, as I now have time to relax and worry about the “main event”.
So. It’s 2 weeks and 2 days. Or 16 days. Or 386 hours. Or 23,169 minutes. Which it is all depends on how panicky you are. Me? I’m counting in days. For now.