A 16th century, grade 2 listed house, situated in a pretty Cotswolds market town, surrounded by luscious green country side and special friends. Sounds perfect hey. It would of been had I not been ill! But I’ll get back to that part.
It all began on Friday morning when my friend Helen picked me up. Off we set to collect the bride-to-be and meet the rest of the hens. Two and half hours later we arrived at the charming four bedroom accommodation, and sent the bride-to-be and two others to the pub (they weren’t complaining) while we decorated the rooms with balloons, streamers, banners and posters. Once our work was done we allowed the bride-to-be to enter the house, presented her with a bouquet of flowers, and sipped champagne in the garden. We were ever so fortunate with the weather, the sun was beaming down on all of us.
After the welcome drinks, and tucking into the lemon cake which the owner had kindly left us, we vacated to the lounge for wine tasting. My kind of activity! Wine was sampled and origins, years, prices and aromas were guessed and noted on our forms. When the scores were added together I discovered I’d come joint second in this activity. I may have lost a point for describing one aroma as a certain piece of George Michael's clothing. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!)
A Chinese take–away and karaoke were next. I sang along to Careless Whisper very dramatically and very out of tune. Up until this point all was well with my general state of health. I’ll spare you the details, but I must have picked up a nasty bug which meant I spent a vast amount of time in the bathroom and all of Saturday in bed! And no, it wasn’t too much alcohol, believe me I know my limits and they are pretty high, this was another sickness altogether. A couple of the other hens complained they felt a little delicate after the Chinese meal but I must have had a super sensitive stomach or a super strong germ. I was not amused. I missed out on the jewellery making course the next day as I still felt unwell. Bless my friend Helen though, she made me a stunning turquoise necklace so I wouldn’t miss out completely.
I just about made it out for the Saturday night meal. As you can see from the below photographs it was a very grand and impressively decorated building. We had a private dining room where we played the body parts quiz, took it in turns to tell funny and embarrassing stories of the bride-to-be (there were a few!) and ate our three course meal. I sipped water throughout the meal and took bird like nibbles of my food. “You must be ill,” the bride-to-be commented. “You’re on water and usually the life and soul.” Sigh. Of all the times to be unwell!
I awoke Sunday morning feeling back to my normal self, although I felt as if I’d been in a boxing ring for twenty two rounds with Mike Tyson. He won by the way.
But enough of my whinging. The main thing is the soon-to-be bride had a happy and memorable weekend, and everyone played a vital part in making it as special as possible for her.
Five weeks until the wedding!
Pictures of the day:
The house we stayed in. Incidentally it's recorded as haunted. Fortunately we did not experience any supernatural or spooky atmospheres.
I wouldn't be surprised if there had been a few accidents on these stairs.
The bedroom I shared with the bride-to-be.
A pregnant hen, me and the bride-to-be.
Pre-sickness and smiling.
The private dining room.