We’ll arrive mid-afternoon, and it would be great if you could be there to show us round. I hope that’s not too much trouble. Look forward to meeting you. Regards Nick “So I’m not worrying about the guest list and the cousins,” I told Callie and Phoebe. “He’s sorting it out.” Phoebe laughed so much she actually snorted wine out of her nose. “He’s sorting it out? What’s he going to do? Organise a badger-style cull of them? Defriend loads of them on Facebook? Demand DNA tests so he can say some of them aren’t actual cousins?” It was a week later, we were almost three bottles of wine down, and I was ready to see the funny side of it all myself. “Not invite anyone else?” Callie suggested. “So the only guests at your wedding will be Nick’s mum and. . . cousins? Which of them is going to be your chief bridesmaid? Normal for Norfolk cousin Deirdre?”
