The last two years have been difficult for everyone, and I’m not the only one who thought it would probably be a good idea to legally define the relationship with their partner (marriage and the like).
Better safe than sorry, they say.

So, since friends and relatives live in Italy, we thought it would be easier to have a civil partnership here in London, and then, calmly, we could think of organizing the wedding in Italy, when it will be possible (I don’t think much soon, but we’ll see).

What we didn’t know was that, yes, it’s somehow more manageable, but, to begin with, we needed two witnesses. So why don’t we book that lovely council suite? We should also invite other people so that it is not too empty. So we should invite them to lunch later, right? And maybe even a little cake would do. So, and the wedding favors, to leave as a thank you for coming, don’t we do them?

Long story short: there was very little difference with a real wedding (I categorically refused to wear white).
On October 23 Matteo and I celebrated our civil union at Lambeth Town Hall in Brixton.
And now we have two beautiful white rings that also do other stuff.

L'amore ai tempi del COVID-19

I forgot: we are also officially Lord and Lady of Glencoe and Lochaber.