By profession, he’s a bricklayer. By heart, he’s hopelessly romantic. Today, is his big day and he is dressed to impress – hair brushed (well, not exactly; it’s non-existent), bow tie ironed (twice) and nerves delightfully scrambled.
He’s practised his vows, polished his yolk and will try very hard not to cry when he sees Boiled Egg Bride (or the crumbling Venetian brickwork on their honeymoon).
