I adore the camaraderie of a wedding day morning. Seeing everyone pitching in - the makeup artist abandoning her brushes to uncork the fizz; bridesmaids hunting for some glasses; the florist producing an emergency safety pin from her apron, saving the Mother of the Bride’s blushes. You can feel the positive energy fizzing in the air.

The giggling of childhood best friends recounting in-jokes and teenage escapades, ‘novelty items’ of some sort - a mask of the groom’s face left over from the hen do, a bathrobe with a cheeky nickname emblazoned across the back or, you know, a selfie stick.

The stick is extended, the pouts perfect. Up goes the cry: “SELFIIIIIIIIIIE!”

Nobody, and I mean nobody, is immune to wedding day morning excitability. Not even a man of the cloth.