flower fairy

If I were only 2cm high, I would frolic amongst my flowers like a fairy in its bower. That sounds quite Madeleine Basset-ish, but consider my delight on receiving the supply of miniature pink mulberry rosebuds I ordered. I have been playing with them all morning. (For Mr. C's benefit - I also tidied the kitchen and did copious amounts of washing up.)

I have been much occupied with wedding preparations, or at least preparing for the preparations, if you see what I mean. It is very agonising trying to choose between types of ribbon and which direction to have cards folded. Fudge has kindly offered me some tips based on Mrs H's experience - other advice is most welcome. And for those that wish to warn me that marriage is a Mistake and to Consider - I'm afraid your kindly meant intervention is too late.

In other news, I will be having an exam next week, following which I will be going for a jaunt in the country with a few other medic friends, during which we will most likely torment ourselves about how the exam went and discuss duodenal atresia and Huntingdon's chorea, and other topics of interest.