It was as if everyone, including me, could only prove how devoted they were to the latest bride-to-be by spending all our savings, and using up our annual leave, to help her bid farewell to singledom. And, if I’m totally honest, it felt like people were more bothered about looking like they were having fun on the hen dos for Instagram’s sake than having fun in real life. Don’t get me started on the official hen do hashtags we were all encouraged/forced to use so that we could reminisce when it was all over. #wishyouwerehere. Hmm, no you don’t.