It's in the house

The dress is here and the spare room is strictly a no-go-zone for Mr Jones and cats with dirty paws or a penchant for scratching things.

It looks beautiful and all the sleepless nights, caused by a certain photograph taken by the Mother of the Bride in which the dress looked hideous, are well and truly over - and she promises never to come near me with a camera again.

Now I just have to get round to breaking in my shoes.