So it is a year since Andrew and I got married in secret. We told our parents not to stress, it was just the admin and legal side of our marriage and very much viewed our wedding day as being in October.

Both our best men had never met, so we made a plan...

We had booked in for the last slot on a random Saturday in the Chelsea Old Town Hall, but told our best men and their wives that we were taking them out for a slap up meal at the Ivy Chelsea Gardens, which is right next door.

Told them to meet us there at 4:45 to sit down at 5.

We got there at 4:30, my best mate Robin text me saying they were already there (Rob is usually always on time) and Andrews best mate Ben text to say they were running late (Ben is usually always late) this was standard.

They still didn't know the plan.

When I got there, I couldn't see Rob told him to come outside to meet us. He text to say he was stood outside. Turns out he was at Ivy Covent Garden. This is classic Robin. Told him to hot step it over to the Ivy we were at, and it should be fine.