‘Iit’s wedding season.” If I had a pound for every time someone said those words in response to my moaning about heading off for yet another set of nuptials, I might actually be able to afford all the train fares I’m forking out on. (£98 to Somerset with a railcard — really?)
I’m 29: peak “wedding season” age. Add the post-pandemic calendar squeeze for those that had to be rearranged, plus the new engagements this year from the friends who were hit hard by lockdown love, and I can’t foresee a quiet weekend until October at the earliest. In all, I have eight weddings and five hens do’s — a millennial’s answer to the next Richard Curtis film.
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