Countdown to the wedding! – “The feared budget”

Finally I had the scary “wedding budget talk” with my family. And I say scary because I am fully aware that my family’s economic situation at the moment is not great. Since closing the ice-cream parlours, my uncle has realised that maybe we can’t continue having the lifestyle we used to have. That barely includes me, as I’ve always been the “saving bee” of the family. But I know that at the moment they are having more expenses than income due to the global credit crunch that is affecting half the world.

But the outcome of the meeting wasn’t as negative as I thought it would be. I was told not to worry and whatever happens they will be responsible of 50% of the wedding expenses. They are relying on the sale of an old house in order to get the money. If that house doesn’t sell, then they’ll have to get a loan or something similar to obtain the money. Of course, I am not 100% happy with this arrangement, as I don’t think it’s fair that people have to get in debt in order to pay for my wedding.

So now the question is, how much do we really need to spend on the wedding? I’ve heard that the average wedding costs around £20,000, which I think is outrageous. There are websites like Nicola Ray’s that give you lots of tricks to get your wedding as cheap as possible (She had hers under £5,000!). But can’t you get something in between? £12,000 sounds about right to me.

The greatest chunk of the budget goes towards the wedding reception: welcome canapes and drinks, 3 course meal, more drinks, evening buffet, more drinks, a few more drinks… Then the flowers and the photographer are the second and third largest chunks of budget. This is, of course, without taking into account the honeymoon!

A lot of money for just two sets of parents…

To acclimatise

To acclimatize
A     verb
        1     acclimatize, acclimatise, acclimate
                     get used to a certain climate; “They never acclimatized in Egypt”

I would have never imagined that after just 3 years in this country I was going to acclimatise so well. Anything over 25 degrees is now hot for me!

I’ve been to Spain on holiday for a week and I’ve suffered a lot. It has been one of the hottest Augusts in history and even my family was having a rough time. When I called my mum a few days before going and asked her “Is it going to be really hot? I can’t wait for some sunshine”, she said “You’re going to die here”. Of course, I thought she was exagerating, but no, she wasn’t. With temperatures of around 34 degrees everyday and humidity of 75%, life was almost unbereable. I couldn’t sleep at night, I would sweat non-stop, I would get very tired easily… Even after having bought a couple of electric fans for the flat, the heat was intolerable.

I felt sorry for my poor Jon and his parents, because at the end of the day, I am a bit more used to the heat (having lived in Spain all my life). The poor souls wandered around town looking for the shade as kids look for sweets. Not comfortable at all.

Towards the end of the holiday I thought I was acclimatising back again to the Spanish heat, but it was just a trick of the weather as we had a couple of “cooler” days. The last day, when I though I was going to be okay, it got even hotter. I got in the car and sat in front of the air-con without complaining a bit.

So when in my previous post I said “I’ll enjoy the heat of the midday sun” I didn’t really mean it. I didn’t enjoy it at all.

I’ve never been happier to come back to my 20 degrees average