Back to normality today or, as the new married lady put it 'back to straight hair and minimal make up' and I have been at home this Monday tidying up, washing up, clearing up and getting back into my usual routine which is strangely comforting after all the high emotion of the last few days. Back on the commute tomorrow as well and sleeping on the train and all those fun things that make up my life....
Now, I have to think about Christmas. As money has been flowing out of my bank account in torrents over the last few weeks, I have now become positively Scrooge-like and both daughters know that they may 
just get a tangerine and a bag of nuts this year after the bills for wedding dress, bridesmaids dress, flowers, hairdressing, make up etc have been paid. I do not begrudge a penny of it as it all helped make everyone feel good and added to the day. Helen's toast before the wedding was 'We three McCarthy women are going to look gorgeous, be gorgeous and have a great time' as we drank the pre-nuptial champagne.
And I also have to turn my mind to my TBR pile which is now teetering, I kid you not. I have barely opened a book which requires any learned or concentrated thought on my part for weeks now. I am delighted to say that just before this brain dead affliction struck me down, a book dropped through my letterbox for me to review which is manna from heaven. Janet's Repentance is not only by one of the greatest of Victorian authors, George Eliot, but it is also the Hesperus edition which means that as well as being a wonderful read, I have no doubt about that at all, but it will also be a delight to have and to hold (Oh dear, sorry wedding bit slipping in again there. Quite unplanned I assure you).
Then I have the latest Dorothy Whipple to review which is published by Persephone Books. I am still very cross about 'yammergate' which I am sure you will all remember occurred earlier this year when the Letter from Lambs Conduit Street designated all bloggers 'yammerers' much to all our displeasures. I was hopping mad at the time and am still not very happy about it now, BUT I am reminding myself that no matter what the author of this Letter may think or say, the books are still excellent and deserve to be discussed and reviewed so I will be turning to that as well.
So, the champagne bottles are in the recycling bin, the manicured nails are now chipped, the make up has been taken off, the bridal clothes hung up, lots of happy memories stored away and Liverpool Street Station - here I come.
Oh and of course, Gorgeous Gethin was terrific again on Saturday night and Matt was pretty awful and then got the sympathy vote and got straight through to the semi-final. What is the matter with these viewers I ask myself - this is a dance contest not a 'poor Matt let's cheer him up voting exercise'.
They are really going to have to rethink the whole voting procedure next series.
