The Wedding Diaries. Sam Binnie
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Название: The Wedding Diaries

Автор: Sam Binnie

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9780007477135

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      SAM BINNIE

       The Wedding Diaries

       For J,

       Bringer of sunshine

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Dedication

       January 1st

       February 4th

       March 1st

       April 1st

       May 1st

       June 4th

       July 1st

       August 2nd

       Acknowledgements

       Welcome

       Sam’s Wedding Guide

       Top Five Wedding Essentials

       Wedding Inessentials

       Hen parties – Dos and Don’ts

       Stag parties – Dos and Don’ts

       Family

       Decorations

       Wedding Lists

       Table Plans

       Honeymoon Destinations

       Money

       Finally, my attempt to lower your chances of future marital discord

       Read on for an exclusive extract from The Baby Diaries out in Spring 2013

       About the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       August 15th

      Here’s who knows about weddings: Abba. The Dixie Cups. Alfred Doolittle. All masters on the theme of matrimony, whether it’s the oaths (I do), the venue (Chapel of Love) and the punctuality (on time). But can they tell me: what happens when you ruin the proposal?

      It was the final night of our long weekend in Bath, an early birthday gift from me to Thom, and I was getting suspicious. Thom had been strange with me for the previous week – silent, jumpy, and staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking – and had been in an odd mood for most of the weekend. He seemed twitchy and insistent on going out for dinner when all I wanted was to sink into our hotel bed with room service and some TV, so I put two and two together and decided that five = looking for somewhere public to break up with me. I’d had passing concerns every now and again since February, when I’d ruined a Valentine’s meal at a tapas bar by rifling through each dish looking for a ring that wasn’t there. In the taxi to the restaurant my nerves were noticeable.

      Me: Are you sure this is the restaurant you want to go to?

      Thom: [silence]

      Me: Oh Jesus. Please can we just go home?

      Thom: [silence]

      Me: Look! There’s a homeless man. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take him?

      Thom: [silence]

      Me: Brilliant. This is just how I hoped my holiday would end.

      I’d whipped myself up into a frenzy by this point, dizzily chattering away as we were shown to our table. All I could see was that we were tucked into a corner, out of earshot but still in eyeshot should a court case demand it. As we settled into our chairs I realised that, having been eyeballing me for the last week, Thom now wouldn’t even look at me, and I began to panic. I started reading out the menu, describing each item in my cheeriest voice and making comments on the dishes with a joyful tone that kept sticking in my throat. Hurray! I was becoming my mother. When I summoned the courage to look at Thom again he was staring at me, apparently about to speak. At that moment someone started tapping a knife against a wine glass, and the restaurant went silent. A handsome, happy man rose to his feet.

      Handsome Man: Sorry everyone, sorry. I’ll let you go back to your delicious meals in one moment. I just need your attention for a minute. This beautiful woman here [gestures to woman apparently trying to eye-laser an escape route through their table] has made me so happy over the last two years. In front of all of you СКАЧАТЬ