Quite recently, it was jovially pointed out to me that I had been cocooned within a wedding bubble. It so succinctly and obviously described the almost dreamlike state I seem to have been roaming within and, may I add, fully enjoying. Even the return from our short mini-moon in Croatia couldn’t burst my bubble, because I had unwittingly ensured that I still had things to look forward to on my return. To celebrate my mum’s upcoming birthday, I had responded to a PR invitation to visit the World of Wedgwood complete with afternoon tea, to enjoy before I was due to return to reality.
