'So, you're like fake married?'

... said Lorna, when I told her about how my name came about. 'Yes, and I even have a ring to prove it,' I responded.

Luckily. The travel agent phoned on Saturday to tell me that they'd managed get some people moved around to book us into the hotel that we wanted for our skiing trip to Canada ... under the pretext that we would be on our honeymoon!

So, are there a number of options, of which we'll select the one that seems as though it's got the highest potential fun rating:

• We get married, so that it's true. I rather like the idea of getting married for the completely random reason that the travel agent said we were.
• Robin and I make up an outlandish, but coherent, story to tell, and act it out a bit like Borat (we know we're acting, they don't; we camcorder as much of it as possible)
• We plan nothing, and have fun with the incoherencies of our stories, as we lie about the wedding that we're expected to have had.
• Your suggestion of a fun idea!

I'm looking forward to this trip already, and I've still to pay for it!