DREAM WEDDING?

It doesn't help that my H2B works away and has been absent for a good majority of the planning. Mind you, I can't say he's been much help when he's been present.
My Wedding Tasks: Far too many to publish
His Wedding Tasks: 1. Find a suit. 2. Book the coaches.
Of his two dedicated tasks, he has completed just one. After much bullying, he eventually got around to booking the transport for our guests.
He still doesn't have a suit however. Having unsuccessfully trawled the streets of Manchester in search of a suit with a touch of the 'wow factor' we are now resorting to a day trip to London.
Our outing to the capital was instigated by me, and a pair of Christian Louboutin heels, but that's another tale.
As usual, he says "It will all turn out fine." However a recent dream of mine said otherwise.
My guests were arriving by coach for my wedding, yet I was still in my jeans. I hadn't even been in the shower!
Then I found myself at the Cathedral, where to my horror, I discovered it had been turned into a restaurant. Where I should have been walking down the aisle, people were dining by candlelight.
Next door, in what could only be described as a run-down filthy church hall, my guests were seated in wait for my entrance. Instead of an altar, there stood a dirty avocado green toilet, wee stains and all.
Avocado green? I tell you...