I’m an only child, the oldest grandchild and for years the only one. So, since I was small I’ve filled the role of fancy-frocked flower girl at wedding after wedding. I met Jimmy Cooper under a buffet table when I was three. I still remember the glisten of champagne punch in his whiskers and the scroop of taffeta as we hid in the tablecloth dark. Since then, he’s been my constant companion through other weddings, dateless dances, ill-lit bus stops, and countless tables for one.