Every summer, I await the heavy sound on the doormat of a thick, quality cardboard envelope; the wedding invitation.
It has been something I’ve come to dread – much as I wish my friends all the love, luck and happiness in the world, the associated expense of the hen-night-cum-series-of-hen-weekends-cum-week-aboard, teamed with the new outfit and accessories, and the present, the travel costs and the overnight stay…well it can get a little wearing on the purse-strings, especially when four or five mates decide to tie the knot over the course of the same summer.
Last year I only had one wedding to go to, and this year, none. Is romance dead? Or has the recession put nuptuals on hold a bit?
So, if you would…