Well, let me rephrase. It began with us realising that our wifi was down, and it was entirely due to us having forgotten to top up our prepayment meter.

But a hasty search through the cutlery drawer for a forgotten power card meant we were soon in the clear. It was June 1st, and we’d officially been married for a year.

We tried to recall where we were this time last year, and what we might have been feeling. The weather was vastly different - on our wedding day on the banks of Loch Ard near Aberfoyle, the skies were a clear blue and the sun had us sweltering before the nerves even settled in. Here, though, it’s a washout. After a few weeks of sunshine, the rain and wind we were so desperately craving has arrived, and it seems it’s here to stay.

At this time in the morning, I mused, I was panic-eating a croissant while trying to keep my eyes closed for the lady doing my makeup. My dress was hanging up in the bedroom and most of my bridesmaids were already ready for the ceremony. Coinneach on the other hand, was attempting to free my brother from a locked changing room and had yet to have his first cup of coffee.

“Imagine,” Coinneach said on our anniversary, “if we could show our newly-married selves a picture or a video of where we are right now.”

I’m not entirely sure........

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