On Tuesday (a school night, no less!!), [before I got struck down with the insane stomach bug of 2017] Phil and I had a date night in south London. Read More
Number one fear? Fitting in a dress. I love the bride to be so much. Both her and her betrothed mean the world to me and I’m so excited and honoured to be up front and centre on their special day.
But I’ll admit the picking of a dress terrifies me.
Back in September, on a windy, brisk day, Phil and I headed to Southend-on-Sea to film our television debuts, and more importantly hug and stare at Jamie Oliver. I did more of the hugging and staring, as Phil shone on camera. I haven’t been able to write about the day yet due to the fact we signed a confidentiality agreement that we’d not spill the beans on the Internet about the show, guest speaker or food.
After clean cut, prim and proper Washington DC, we were ready to get down and dirty in Louisiana’s best known city; New Orleans. The first thing you notice (after the smell, seriously, what is that?!) is the beautiful, quaint buildings. The architecture in the French Quarter is to die for. It’s charming and one can almost imagine the days of yesteryear when the cowboys would ride up on their steeds. What you aren’t expecting is the party atmosphere.