The Wedding Diaries. Sam Binnie

Wow. That joke really backfired. It actually was a joke, Thom.

      Thom: [staring at the table] …

      Me: Maybe … I’ll just … go to bed. And think about the political situation in the wider world.

      TO DO:

      Take Thom out for a relaxing evening

      Ask Norman if what Tony said about our bonuses is true

      See if I can get The Dress tax-free in the US and ship back with someone over there for a holiday (Alice)

      Rings – vintage to match engagement ring?

      December 16th

      At the wedding shop today for the final snaps before Jacki’s wedding. I was cramming my notebook in my handbag when Reception rang to say my taxi was there, which was something of a surprise since I’d been planning to take the tube. Getting down to the street I found a black cab waiting with its door open – and getting in, I found bloody Pedro in the back, flicking through an issue of Wallpaper like he hadn’t chewed me up and spat me out last time we’d met. He didn’t look up but said, ‘I thought you’d like a lift.’ We rode in silence through the streets until we got to Pudding Lane, where Pedro leapt out of the cab and into the shop. I saw a cab pull up behind us, full of his assistants and equipment, and watched as Zoe got out and came over, saw my sad face peering through the cab window and put her head on one side, saying, ‘Did someone leave you with the fare?’ I was still so wiped out after Thom’s overreaction last night that even these few moments with Pedro left me dumbfounded, so I got out and let poor Zoe deal with it. I heard my phone go, and fishing it out thought that I had a message from Jacki – delayed? Most unlike her – but saw it was actually from Judy the Intern. ‘Did u no bout Carol n Norman? WOW!’ What the …? Does anyone not