Coming up shortly on dlog, in as many parts as it takes, Edith will be publishing a seriously epic write-up of the big day itself in as much detail as she can remember.

In the mean time, there are lots of new photos, pages, and other stuff, including the chance to look at and order prints of all the day’s official photographs, on the main zoolyweds site.

We are back at home after our honeymoon in Paris, which was very nice. We are now wading through lots of lovely cards and presents and lots of not-so-lovely pre-wedding mess, and suitcases of zoolyweds items that need sorting out and somehow preserving.

At some point, perhaps we will actually get around to writing about the wedding day and perhaps the holiday too. Not sure when that will be though…

We got married! Our guests had fun! We had fun too! We’re now so tired it hurts, and we have to be up at 7.30 ready to go to Paris! Goodnight!

3 September? Today? Now? Ooh.

So this is really it - the day that has been in preparation for a good two-and-a-half years is today, and it still doesn’t quite seem real.

Did we really go for a lovely meal with our friends last night in Leicester Square, or is it a false memory brought on through long-term planning and visualising? Well, if it did really happen, we had a great evening, and were only sorry that we had to leave earlier than most in order to get home in time to sort out some last-minute stuff. Thanks to everyone for coming, assuming they really did.

Before that, I think we had a meeting with the half of the best men who isn’t a doctor and could therefore make it, and all the bridesmaids, to talk through the day and make sure everyone knew what was happening when. And I believe that earlier in the day we’d dropped off all the stuff at the zoo and run through a few things there, including testing the music system, which could really have done with a bit more bass (bring on the Winamp Equalizer, hopefully).

What we know definitely did happen - which we can be sure of because it wasn’t something we’d envisaged or planned - was that Martin’s hired suit trousers were more skin-tight than an undersized leotard. (Although Rosy did compliment the appearance of Martin’s rear while he was wearing them, so it wasn’t all bad.) Burton’s informed us that they had another pair in in the next size up, by excellent fortune, so we raced over there in what little time we had, only to find that the bloke had just ‘assumed’ it was some completely different (and rather ugly) trousers, ‘when you said it was a wedding’. We weren’t exactly impressed, nor by his standards of customer service, telling us he couldn’t ‘promise anything’, but he’d see if they could order some in for today. He could, but he neglected to mention at this stage that they offered a home delivery service, which on the wedding day would have been rather useful. It was only when my mum had her excellent Mrs. Angry conversations with them, several times, that they finally agreed to bring the trousers out to us, personally (presumably as a preferable alternative to her final proposal of them paying for taxis for Martin to collect them).

So this morning we’ll be taking delivery of those, as well as having a mass trip to the hairdresser’s, picking up buttonholes and Edith’s bouquet from the florist and double- and triple-checking that we have every last thing we need for today! Oh, and putting on our wedding clothes.

This is all assuming the wedding is really today. The calendar may suggest that it is, as may a range of other evidence, but at least until we’re standing in front of a roomful of people, reeling off our vows, I’m not sure we’ll believe it.

If you’re reading this before setting off: see you soon, and we really hope that every one of our guests has a brilliant day. We’ve been honoured to have our wedding called ‘Best Wedding Ever’ by one guest before it’s even happened. If those are the kind of descriptions we get afterwards, our work here is done. Here’s hoping for a thoroughly enjoyable day for all concerned.

When you spend so long planning and thinking about something, it doesn’t quite seem real, but in a short while we’re off to London Zoo to drop off nibbles, drinks and exciting secret items for the big day tomorrow. Tomorrow! It can’t be tomorrow, can it? Extraordinary.

In the past few days, we’ve finally admitted defeat on the pencil sharpener front, so to anyone sitting on the top table, the sharpener there was meant to be different from all the others, OK?

We’ve also taken delivery of my finished suit jacket, which after a final tweak does now fit comfortably, and even does up without bursting ;)

Yesterday we picked up the Best Men’s suits from Burton’s suit hire, which we wouldn’t particularly recommend for various reasons. Unfortunately we’d only seen the suits in a brochure and they turned out to be interweaved black-and-white thread rather than actual grey, but they look fine from a distance, where the threads all blend into one, and should look fine in photos too. The biggest down side was that the silver ties we’d already bought them somehow managed to clash quite badly with the suits (who’d've thought that grey and silver could actually clash?), so we had to have an emergency shopping session around Bluewater to track down replacement ties. Fortunately posh clothing is about the one thing Bluewater is actually any good for so after some time searching we did find an ideal replacement. Of course, we did this immediately after deciding we were going to be there for the long haul and forking out for expensive drinks to tide us over until we ‘finally’ got home, but never mind :)

Oh, a quick aside I was meaning to post under some awful heading like ‘What you’ve been weight-ing for’ or similar. When the zoolyweds site launched, I weighed 15 stones and 6 pounds, which is firmly overweight. Let it be a matter of record that this morning I weigh 13 stones and 11 pounds, which is still officially overweight but not by much. A victory of sorts, and a fine testament to the diet regime which I really ought to patent - the Paul Speller Eat A Bit Less And Do A Touch More Exercise Diet. Revolutionary stuff.

Anyway, as I said, we’re off to the zoo shortly, with a carful of stuff, knowing that the next time we’re there it’ll be with a coachload of guests, a handful of nerves, a headful of excitement - and a suit full of sweat, if the latest sweltering forecast is anything to go by.