My list of the best meals of my life now has another addition. I know I said that one could only decide such things in retrospect, but sometimes you just know you’re eating an amazing meal. Yesterday I was sat, with Lyn, in the hall of Balliol College, Oxford, surrounded by a great many of my family, huge portraits of people like Asquith hanging on the walls, and I just thought ‘wow’.

We were there to celebrate the wedding of my cousin Christina to Tom. It was, like Mark and Kat’s wedding, an incredible day: the buildings around us were awesome, the service was touching, and although we’re related I have to say Chris looked beautiful. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house.

Not wanting the hastle of having two weekends away in a row, we had decided to go to oxford and back in a day, so we couldn’t stay to the bitter end. It’s a shame, as I don’t know when I will see my extended family again, and I don’t think I said bye to all of them. Oh well, I’ll just have to engineer an excuse to get everyone together again.