And I'm thinking: the hotel we're staying in - where the party is being held - is four star; surely I don't need a sleeping bag.
But then I wonder if Husband is living up to his retirement mantra - we must save money - and has cancelled the hotel booking in favour of camping. And I recall that he has left the inflatable mattress and pump, which he found in the attic, on the bedroom floor.
He's out walking George now. I shall quiz him when he gets back. And if he has planned a 'surprise' for me, Cousin's golden wedding party could turn into our divorce party.
P.S. And, seriously, I need to be pinned into my dress if I am to avoid an embarrassing moment.