Now, I love a good City wedding and the one I went to last weekend definitely didn’t disappoint.
The experience all started 18 months ago when a colleague hit the husband jackpot.
Her top-percentile-earning actuary boyfriend, having no doubt favourably assessed the risk, hired an island, yes a whole one, and whisked her away for the proposal. Returning with a diamond the size of a sugar lump and a smile like a cat that’d got the whole damn dairy, she then set about appointing a wedding planner, who thoughtfully arranged for the invitations to be sent.
Mine arrived at my desk in its own protective box, a portable DVD player, with a pre-recorded film of the happy couple excitedly welcoming me to their celebrity-themed wedding.
Of course, there were a few tears along the way, namely the entire office when w