Just 12 days until the wedding. And I think I’m getting sick. I woke up with a burning throat and a semi-blocked nose. I think the low level anxiety over the past few months has started to creep through now that more things are organised and it’s getting close to W-Day.

Despite this, however, it does feel like things are progressing. After getting another quote back from a bus company which is still too high, we’ve pulled the pin on the bus idea. Instead we’ll organise taxis for people to the venue, and then they can organise their own transport back so they can leave whenever they like. Now that that’s been sorted and everyone notified, I’m feeling less stressed about it.

Today Glen went to pick up our wedding rings. I hadn’t heard a definitive yes that my ring was ready, though I suspected it was. Glen’s was ready too. He was keen to pick it up so went after work. I stayed at home and tidied the apartment, which made me feel much better. I got a message from him soon after he got there. The jeweller had made the wrong ring. He’d asked for Summit, and she’d made Mountain Range.

Cutie that Glen is, he thought that maybe the jeweller had taken artistic licence and every ring was made differently. He wasn’t going to say anything, but he didn’t actually like the new ring and considering it wasn’t cheap, he asked why it looked so different from the one he’d requested. The poor shop assistant’s face fell.

Luckily it was the designer who’d made the wrong ring and the design he wanted had been ordered correctly. The jeweller was mortified and has promised to get it sorted by the time of the wedding. It certainly makes for a good story.

My ring looks wonderful, and is a combination of white gold and a red wood. I have funny shaped fingers so if I look at it too much it looks like it doesn’t fit properly, but in actual fact it’s fine. It fits on my finger well, isn’t too tight, isn’t loose. Will take some getting used to wearing a ring on that finger. I’ve worn a ring on my right middle finger since 2004 and barely notice it now. Am sure the wedding band will be the same.

This evening Glen and I went to see The Boy With Tape On His Face. It was a comic puppetry/non-verbal/physical performance show that involved music and a lot of audience participation. I’d seen it in London last year with Donna and thought it was well worth seeing again. I was really happy there were only three segments that I’d seen before. Glen laughed a lot through it, which made me happy. The audience loved it too. It lasted 70 minutes and then we went and had late night food.

Life is good.