The most unusual thing is happening today.
As we are out in the garden, mowing the lawn, tidying the borders, and pulling up the weeds, the church bells are sounding as if in recognition of our travails.
The sun is shining, my wife is smiling, our youngest daughter is watching some state event on TV as she is totally unaware of what moment of significance is taking place at the rear of the house.
Together in matrimonial splendour, me and the important She are making sure that the future of our great garden is protected for another year and that upon the union that we have formed, peace and harmony will rule alongside justice and intolerance for flowers and weeds alike.
And now I must be off as I hear the sound of trumpets hailing my reappearance on the lawn.
The Missus is now sitting with the youngest watching some reality TV thing on the old Goggle-Box.