Henrietta wrote a diary on the morning of her big day! Henrietta knew early on into her relationship with Russell (RT) that she wanted to be Mrs T. She even…
Written by Louise Holt Last updated: September 12, 2006
It’s Monday morning and I’m definitely feeling the post‐weekend blues. RT arrived back from Australia at 6am on Saturday morning where he’d been on business for the last week. I picked him up at Heathrow and we went straight up to Mum and Paul’s house to prepare for our “dinner date with the vicar”. I don’t think either of us really knew what to expect. I was a bit nervous as I’d really built the night up in my mind. I wanted it to be perfect with us all getting to know each other properly, so that when June 15th comes Rozza is very comfortable with us and vice versa. I suppose I want him to approve of us and what we’re doing. I know one thing I certainly hadn’t anticipated was that after 5 bottles of wine we’d be invited back to the vicarage for coffee and port. Whilst the coffee never materialised the port certainly did and it wasn’t until 1am that RT and I finally stumbled out. We both agree that from what we remember the night was a rip‐roaring success and yes we do now feel we know Rozza better. Suffice it to say we didn’t make it up for church in the morning!
Whilst RT struggled to get over his jet‐lag, Mum and I were able to have lots of wedding chat. She has given me the prayer book that she used when she married my dad that we can use on the day. We also sorted out the invitations for our Sunday party and talked about who needs to do what before the time. It all seems so close now ‐ I’m at the stage in the magazine countdowns where they talk about “6 months to go” ‐ I’m definitely getting more and more excited! Our next big task is that we need to start thinking about our wedding list, I hardly think choosing gifts for yourself can be a painful task ‐ particularly as we’ll be doing it in the comfort of our own home online with Confetti.
I can’t believe that on Saturday it will be exactly a year since RT proposed. The time has flown by, but without doubt it has been the best year of my life. I was saying to my sister last week that I really don’t think I’ve come down from the high that I felt when RT popped the question. I’m so lucky that so far there has been no stressful points during the planning, everybody seems very happy with what we’re doing and how we’re doing it. I think that there is a lot of planning we need to do to make sure that all the Americans know what they’re doing and where they need to be when they arrive on the Thursday morning. We should be able to write some kind of itinerary with directions for them so that that we don’t spend all out time ferrying people too and fro but can enjoy all out time.
Although it’s only the beginning of December we put our tree up yesterday and decorated the house. It looks gorgeous, we need to send our cards off this week to get them to the US in time and I’m well under way present wise. Before Christmas day actually arrives RT is going to LA on Sunday for a week for work. A week later I’m going to join him out there and we’re going to go head off on holiday for 10 days. It’s going to be great, it’s ages since we’ve spent any real time just the two of us and as it’s been such a hectic few months the break will definitely be welcome. We get back on Christmas Eve and then straight up to join my family for Christmas ‐ my last one as a single girl so I need to make the most of it!
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