My day started at 5.00 am when I got up early to make some props for my son Jamie who had given me a list of requirements the night before for a sketch he was due to perform at the party. I tried hard not to glue myself to the fan I was recovering...
By 9.30 am my hair was done, and I was in town working my way through the shopping list Jamie had given me (including buying underwear for his girlfriend Emma). I was being followed around the underwear section in M&S by a very nice older man who apologised for appearing to stalk me, but was clutching a couple of the diamond daisy clips which had already fallen out of my hair.
10.15 am I was back home making a few urgent phone calls and waiting for my husband Trevor to come back with the transit van he had to hire to fit in all the party decorations and props for the entertainment. Our plan to get to the venue by 11.00 am was fading fast.
11.00 am - my inlaws turned up at the same time as the van and Jamie and Emma. After a lengthy packing of the van they followed us to the castle.
1.00 pm - arrived at the venue two hours behind schedule, to find our friends from Street had got there to help us at 11.00 am! They had tried to check their room booking, with no success, but were quite calm about it all. We unloaded the van, shoving boxes of flowers, cake etc anywhere we could find in the venue. Chaos had begun...