Weddings can be bliss – if you have no guests!

CORONAVIRUS has dumped a great big bucket of cold water on Britain’s Bridezillas.

No huge party, no being walked down the aisle by dad (does anyone understand why?) and it sounds like the traditional family photos are going to end up looking horribly like those warning of the dangers of multi-generational virus transmissions.

So I understand why many couples are wondering whether to go ahead. But as one who married in virtual secret, I can tell you that none of the above really matters.

I never had a big, fat white wedding as a dream. When I imagined getting married, which I rarely did, I always thought of a register office for the ceremony and something more along the lines of a stunning white day dress rather than a gown.

But I did want to marry. I thought marriage would make me more secure. That making that commitment would be like finally answering a question rather than having that question for ever hovering over me.

However, one way or another marriage eluded me until quite late. I had been with the man who is the father of my son for years but in 1994, when I was 36, we finally split up after a lot of going backwards and forwards. We were both miserable, though, and after a few weeks he came to visit and, to my utter amazement, produced an engagement ring.

And more than that, he had booked a time at the register office three days later. It was make-my-mind-up time.

When I tell people this story, they say it couldn’t possibly be true because we would have needed more time for the banns to be read but all I can say is I know my memory is correct. And, dear reader, I went for it.

Given the short deadline we