I confess that with a glass of chilled rosé in our hands we did not drink a toast to the happy couple who married in secret yesterday. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly as we ate our wholemeal wraps (we ordered plain but they were substituted) of smoked salmon and cream cheese in the garden today.
Instead we drank a toast to all those thousands of couples whose plans may or may not come about this year. Those with cancelled holidays, postponed weddings, the lost celebrations. Last but not least the many people who died unnecessarily and alone.