The day of the wedding. I won't review the wedding. That would be inappropriate. It wasn't my wedding to review. I had a lovely time, though and met some lovely people, some of whom I already knew.

I woke up in Carlisle later than planned. I had a shower that managed to exfoliate my head of the horror film special effects that had been replacing my skin as the sunburn/tan turned to peeling skin, turned to what looked like congealed gravy in the shower. I ended up with a head that looked normal, rather than like a case of leprosy.

Then I scooted by car up to Edinburgh with a small but essential coffee break.

In Edinburgh I managed to check into my hotel, ditch the car and walk to the pub which I knew the boyfriends of the bridesmaids would be in. From then onwards, the wedding was a case of just following the right person to the next place. Job's a good 'un.

I stayed in party mode until quite late and then went back to the hotel for a good sleep. Unfortunately, I'd managed to switch from alcohol to soft drinks somewhere along the way, so I had my hangover before I went to sleep. D'oh!