Wedding diary will follow. And you were all right, of course. I did wear the cream dress.

The petrol station attendant left his tongue stuck on the window as he looked at me from his post at the till, I spotted him waving at me when I left in my car - I don't suppose you have floaty dresses with obscene splits walking about petrol stations often enough.

No, I do not seek cheap reassurance of my self-worth by wearing sexy dresses and smiling at petrol station attendants young enough to be my son (although I would have started a family very early for that to be biologically possible). Yes, that's an accusation which has been levelled at me.

It's harmlessly pleasant. If I wanted to flirt, I would choose a better target and a much more subtle game.

Photos will follow too.

I had a great time.