The words of the gushing, radiant, new celebrity bride on TV along with her exuberant husband, rose and fell while I moved around the house doing the chores. It all sounded lovely, almost diabetically sweet. How grounded they both were, despite being hugely successful, how ‘normal’ their upbringing had been, how she had dreamt of her wedding day since she was a little girl, like every girl out there… Now that bit, that last little bit, let’s just rewind back to THAT bit. Like every girl? Really? I don’t remember spending a single moment while growing up, dreaming about the day I would be marrying my prince charming. I don’t even remember any of my female friends or cousins ever talking about what it would be like being married or wondering what their wedding day would be like. If anything, I remember attending loads of weddings where the brides looked positively exhausted, having to go through with the twenty-ninth ritual for the thirty-ninth time...those brides had looooo