It's been an amazing year - the hardest of years imaginable but an amazing one. Not least because I never imagined I would be around to celebrate our first anniversary.
Thanks to Theresa May and her racist immigration policy, we wasted a whole year fighting the Home Office to stop them deporting her. A year when we couldn't travel or get married because they seized Robyn's passport.
When we won our appeal they put all kinds of obstacles in our way; when we managed to set the date we then had to postpone it for a month for The Home Office to make 'further enquiries'.
All of which meant that we had just five weeks to arrange everything - to book the registry office, the venue, sort out the cake and everything else.
So if you made it there thank you for coming. If you are one of the many people who couldn't make it because of the short notice, you know who to blame - Thesesa May.
And we did everything ourselves; from setting the tables at the venue and clearing up at the end of the night to buying the flowers early in the morning at New Covent Garden Market.
And the night before Robyn made up the bouquets and the button holes in the kitchen;
Here's a rather nervous looking groom waiting at The George for the bus to come and pick everybody up;
I polished up reasonably well, if I say so myself.
And here's our Routemaster bus and the tickets we made ourselves;
On the steps of Windsor Guildhall;
A dreamy picture of Robyn at the reception;
It was an exhausting day - I couldn't do it now. My only regret is that there was no chance for us to get a holiday afterwards because very soon I got too ill to go away ever again.
But I could have no regrets. I am the luckiest man in the world that Robyn was prepared to marry me. Marrying someone with cancer is no fun.
We have a few plans for today but whether anything works out for us - who knows.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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