I wasn't going to go. Because I've felt so low for the past couple of weeks. But I'm just about to get in the shower and get ready to go to Mel and Elio's wedding reception. I know that I will cry when I put on the black evening dress that I've selected to wear. Because Cliff isn't here to zip me up. Because the last time I wore it was to Faye and David's wedding reception, which Cliff accompanied me to.
But I've decided to be a big girl and do it. He'd want me to. They'd understand if I didn't go, but they're important to me so I must.
Besides if I don't go, two of Cliff's friends have got me a ticket to a rave tonight. And they won't take no for an answer. And that, my friends, I am definitely not ready for. I feel too old for it without him for some reason.
Besides, my legs could do with their third shave in 5 months ;-)
Besides, Italian weddings are great. I will be cuddled and hugged all evening. Now that IS worth getting in my car for.