Five years ago, on a wet day, in a near-empty building, I married my true love. I had just turned 57. It was my first wedding and, I hope, my only one.

It was the first winter of the pandemic. Our two guests were told they had to wear masks. At the reception, in a restaurant that was empty apart from us, we had to sit at separate tables.

It wasn’t the wedding I dreamt of, in the days I dreamt of weddings, but it was perfect. 

I believe there are many ways to live a lovely life, but if you do choose to share your life with someone, it helps to choose someone kind. I married the kindest man I know.