Sleeping - can I come?
Because don’t forget you need the never-seen-before best friend who lives in the city and arrives in the Bay supposedly to attend the wedding but actually to fill your mind with doubts about marrying a no-good River Boy surfer with anger management issues and a very half-hearted work ethic.
You will have a massive pre-wedding wobble, because before you came to the Bay you were a high-powered barrister who worked as a brain surgeon on weekends, and you’re not sure that you feel totally fulfilled as one of the diner ladies, swapping vegan muffin recipes with Marilyn.
But then Ash strolls in and grunts at you in his vest, and Alf growls that he’s never seen a couple so suited, and you realise that you have to follow your heart no matter what.
So the day of the wedding dawns and you are So Happy! Leah, who is obvs your New Best Friend, not that I’m jealous AT ALL, is doing your hair with wild flowers artlessly picked from the caravan park; Marilyn is making you a scrumptious vegan tofu cake; your dress is from Liv Designs and looks like something Primark rejected as not quite classy enough but you don’t care because you are marrying your Bad Boy Come Good. He has a clean vest especially for the occasion and is trying frantically to find one man in the Bay that he hasn’t punched to be his best man. And even though you’ll both be living in Irene’s Tardis after the wedding, she’s promised to move out for the wedding night so that you can shag in peace.
There’s just one tiny snag. The reason Hygge is lurking on the edges of your wedding, staring moodily into the distance? Three months ago (crucially well before his man bits got crushed), she dropped her Ford Fiesta off at Summer Bay Motors for its MOT. Justin was off shagging Willow, Ziggy was off shagging Brody (like any of them go to work, ever) and - well, one thing led to another. Ash, clearly fed up that he was the only one not getting any, was moodily working on Hygge’s car while she hung around waiting. He asked her to pass him a spanner, she passed him a wrench, he chuckled fondly, their eyes met over a spare tyre and...
Well, I’m the one whose going to have to break it to you that she’s now pregnant with his child...On your wedding day. At sunset. With Alf in the backgroound going: You flamin’ galah!