Ihad a beautiful traditional wedding in my parents’ village church, with flowers festooning the picturesque church gate, my cute three-year-old niece dressed in a pink floral dress as my bridesmaid, a fabulous bouquet made of lilies, and a simple but beautiful wedding dress . It was made of ivory silk and had spaghetti straps and tiny buttons all the way down the back.

My husband, Graham*, meanwhile, who I’d met a couple of years before when out with friends in a north London pub, looked movie-star handsome in his navy-blue tailcoat. I earnestly said my marriage vows and meant them with every fibre of my being – and both of us spent the day beaming at each other and our 100 or so guests.

Looking at the photos now, some 28 years on, it’s those smiles that still catch the eye and, over

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