Drink, a mother's foot and a wedding

This is what you get when you are at a family wedding (which has taken months to plan, so it's hardly a suprise) and you're a member of our family. Shopping for outfits the day before; presents bought after the wedding ; and on the day itself finding myself squashed into a small loo in the Dylan Thomas centre with my mum, both slightly drunk, with me painting her toenails bright red - after the wedding has actually taken place.

Quite a few people asked her if she was okay and how she cut her foot. I don't have a steady hand at the best of times, the lack of space and addition of alcohol doesn't add to my beauty therapy skills....