This weekend, S left A with her parents in Wales, and ventured forth for her first 'night off' since A was born.
The occasion was the wedding of an old friend from Queens', at beautiful and rather posh English boys' school, Charterhouse, in Godalming.

S didn't take a camera as it wouldn't fit into her new £8 handbag from Marks and Spencer's. We will post some photos if emailed any!

But suffice it to say the wedding was just wonderful.

The bride, who has an hour-glass figure, had been virtually stitched on the day into her ivory satin fishtail dress, which was curvaceously boned from bust to knee, making her look as stunning as a svelte Marilyn Monroe.

The ceremony was simple and touching; the weather was perfect.

Many of S's old friends from Queens' were there, several with new babies and husbands in tow, and while hugely enjoying talking to everyone, S felt intense and bittersweet nostalgia all the way through.




After the dancing ended, we all walked to the carpark barefoot under the stars, weaving and laughing through pitch-black country lanes.

It was like getting dipped temporarily into the past.

S, being pregnant, had eaten the most, but drank the least, and was therefore requested to drive - despite not having driven for 10 years on British roads.

It seemed a magical night where nothing would go wrong, so S took the helm of a Mini and actually got everyone back to their hotel safely.

Everyone was very affectionate and keen to know the exact date of our return.

It was lovely.