Five to ten this morning, the phone rings.
It was the Place My Dress Is Lurking.
My dress- which I was supposed to be picking up from the shop tomorrow morning- is not back from the cleaners yet. My dress, for that matter, has not even been cleaned yet. Apparently, they're lacking a piece of paper with my signature on it saying I accept responsibility for them cleaning my dress. What?
There are now only three days before I leave for France, three days which are also a Bank Holiday weekend. This Could Be A Problem.
Apparently, they're going to clean it tonight and it will be delivered tomorrow by courier. Hopefully. Maybe. I blame the gnomes. Wish me luck and watch this space.
Going to hide in my cupboard now. My mother is trying to play the piano and it's not pretty.
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