I'M sorry to break the news but wedding season has officially started.

I knew it when I saw the first uncomfortable family photo with forced smiles on Instagram.

This year I will be a bridesmaid for the first time for a friend I've known since birth - she lived in the flat below me.

Going by her ferociousness in the paddling pool and unwillingness to share her toys (we were definitely frenemies back then) I've been anxiously awaiting bridezilla to appear.

But it turns out she's just as laidback as me, maybe even more so.

The wedding is in July and I don't even have a sniff of a bridesmaid dress. She's actually told us 'maids to pick what we want - short, long, any style - and she'll get it for us. I'll probably get round to this the weekend before her big day.

I've no idea about hen nights, colour palettes, hair and make-up. She has a venue but I don't know how to get to and from it or if I'm staying the night.

A colleague of mine, who got married last year and has subsequently become obsessed with weddings, is more concerned about what I'll wear than I am, or indeed the bride is.

My friend picked her wedding dress on her first visit to a bridal shop. "I liked this one so what's the point in looking around for more?" she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Most brides-to-be would devote months to finding the perfect gown, the best flowers and the most suitable invitations.

The only half decision my friend has made is that she might want an aquatic theme, due to us both being brought up on the edge of the North Sea.

This mellow approach is right up my street. But is there anything wrong with a bit of organisation?

Surely George Clooney and wife Amal must have been bride and groomzillas. How else could you have achieved effortless glamour while dashing around a sinking city on gondolas with the world's media watching in awe.

One of my other close friends, who we joke is exactly like Monica from Friends, is getting married in about 18 months and there are already hints of bridezilla surfacing. But I like that all choice will be taken away from me and I only need to turn up on the day and smile.

I can only hope my bridesmaid duties go better than the last time I had a wedding role: when I was a flowergirl at the age of four I dropped the horseshoe, smashed it, and cried.

The marriage ended in divorce, obviously.