Meredith is lying face down on my bed, thumping her fists and feet on the mattress. “No chance,” I assure her using my mature grown-up voice. “Oh, my God, you are so unfair. I came with you that time and had to go through that ordeal.” “Yeah, I know. And I am still recovering.” She starts to thump the mattress even more. “Mer, listen. I am a very important business person and I have musical instruments to sell.” I am about to get up for work. I’m not overly enthused. She stops thumping and lifts her head up to look at me. Jesus she is bright red. “It’s not fair,” she repeats. “I don’t know why you are letting Mum do this to you, you know she is completely crackers.” “I didn’t get much choice,” she talks into the mattress. “Well, do you know what dress you want?” “Yes, I want the dress Ben picked.” Ah, Ben. “Lilah, for goodness’ sake,” she moans when it is clear I am lost in Planet Ben. “Sorry. Okay you have two choices. Either go today with Beth and Jayne as back up, they are also bridesmaids so should share the pain.
