It’s a flurry of people for a solid ten minutes as the news spreads that the commitment-phobic, womanising cousin has got himself hitched. I endure a lot of jokes at his expense, but it’s all in good form, and it’s obvious these people are truly happy for their black sheep of the family cousin. Alexi takes it all in his stride with a smile, and his mood from his mother’s behaviour flitters away on the breeze as quickly as mine does. I must be some sort of goddess, angel, saint with ...