So my baby brother (now quite large and shouty admittedly) got married last weekend and it was one of the proudest moments of my life. It was joyous and tearful with an appropriately wonderful ceremony and a raucous reception.

My brother suddenly seems like a young man and his wife is completely fabulous. I am pleased to have gained such a great sister. The tears come again as I type.

The night ended with drunken Bed & Breakfast shenanigans involving rats, turtles, red wine procured from an Indian restaurant, massive Cardiff chav boys sliding down the stairs on their stomachs in crocodile formation, 4.30am dips in Swansea bay, lost room keys and fire alarms.

In the morning the golden couple ventured out from their hotel room and found us all on the beach, hungover as hell playing football, Stuck in the Mud & Wounded Soldier and frightening the locals by climbing all over the kid’s playpark. After that we went and ate various types of fried meat and eggs with my parents and then some ice-cream until it was time to pile on the train back to London. I love my extended family so much....

What a perfect weekend.