We were married in a Milan: TMcE and S, TPR and me. The wedding venue was a massive, old-fashioned hotel.
JK had a small role in the proceedings. She fashioned some dressmaking pins into the shape of a Christian fish brooch to attach to the lapel of my black jacket as we travelled up to the fourth floor in the hotel lift. When I objected she said that this was just for show and that I could remove the offending item as soon as we left the building.
The biggest surprise of all was that Sir Chris Hoy was amongst our wedding guests. Someone explained to me that it was American Chrissie who had invited him along. While I didn’t mind that the Olympic cyclist was there, I was concerned that Chrissie had made an appearance. I had a strong suspicion that her only reason to take part in our wedding day was to rekindle her affair with TPR.