…and other such traditional Cockney songs (from a Hollywood perspective).
Yes, we’re now within twenty-four hours of the wedding and a relatively mild-mannered chaos is reigning in Gark Towers, what with the large numbers of parents and friends within its walls. (what is the collective noun for parents? a good intention of parents?) Most of the stuff for the reception tomorrow has gone down to the Guildhall – all the table centres and drink – and the remainder has been dealt with (our fudge is, as they say, packed).
Enough for now – more jobs to go and do.