I wonder if Charlie and the Pastie of Cornwall realise that their wedding day is taking place on the third anniversary of the Queen Mum’s funeral? Not another omen, surely?
Meanwhile, interesting choice of words for the official church blessing. They tell each other that they ‘resolve‘ to be faithful to each other. Not ‘promise’ or any of that sacred oath stuff. Well, they’ve done it before, haven’t they?
No, ‘resolve’ is probably the right word, as in ‘we’ll give it a go until something better comes along.’