I don't know if it's stress, or because I'd realised yesterday that I'd done everything I could and that if I hadn't done something (like a cake) it didn't matter.
Or because of the faffing about with the table runner.
Whatever the cause, I was in trouble.
I tried exercises, I ued my massager, I used my back frame.
And then I drove off to collect my friend Louise (and, as it turned out, her daughter Sasa) to go and get the room ready.
By an incredible stroke of good fortune, the people who had the room booked before us cancelled their booking, so I was able to go along with Lou to set up, Thank goodness I did. There was so much to do!
Despite taking a step ladder, neither of us could reach to hang up the bunting. We dragged in a taller member of staff to do it, and he was fantastically patient with us.
The venue had done a perfect job of laying out the tables and the cloths and the runner, exactly to my specification.
Of course we had to move things around a bit.
It took an hour and a half to set up.
Sasa, aged 5, set up the childrens activity table for us, and did a brilliant job. She also helped by checking that things were centred and giving us her input on positioning of bunting.
Even the crappiest table cover looked OK, I was very relieved.
We stopped for a much needed drink, and then I came home to change.
Hope it all stays up!
