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Alex has delivered a handmade wedding album he claims to have been working on night and day for the last six weeks. The accompanying note said he was sorry I had slightly spoilt the surprise while ‘looking for the toilet in my study’ but that he hoped this handcrafted work would be a lasting memento of what he was sure would prove to be a long and happy marriage.

‘Ahhh,’ goes Isabel, thumbing through the infinitely detailed photo montages. Yes, he’s made mosaics of our faces, thousands of intricate combinations of heads and hands and more heads, all touching and overlapping and linking up.

‘It’s incredible. Like a beautiful stained-glass window,’ opines Isabel.

‘It looks like a Hieronymus Bosch version of Hell. Hasn’t the guy got anything better to do?’ opine I.

Isabel looks genuinely upset. She says I really should stop being so difficult about Alex. He clearly wants us to be happy. He’s gone out of his way to make our wedding special. It’s important that I don’t stop her having friends. I have to promise to behave like a grown-up. So I do, with my fingers crossed behind my back.