Seven Weeks, Five Days

Less than eight weeks to go to the wedding and nothing is planned. Jenna is trying to arrange a meeting with the registrar... and that's about it. We have the honeymoon booked, that's true. But no home for the cat, no idea what we're wearing, how we get to the place (or even where the place is in my case). Confusion reigns.

What makes all this amusing (to me, if no one else) is that nobody seems to believe we are this badly organised/laid back or that we hadn't secretly arranged things months ago and are only now choosing to tell people.

England play Croatia tonight, that should relieve the stress.

Current listening: the buzz of computer hard drives in the college work room.