The Bride of Deborah

My bessie mate Debs is in lurve.  They’re talking about getting married, having babies and generally living happily ever after.  Bloody good for her.  And, as I am so fantastically organised(!) and totally snazzy, I have been pressed into the role of The Wedding Planner.  At least I’ve got the bottom for it.
 
Update:  A month Later:  The weddings off (she dumped him).
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