Tomorrow I’m off to look at vintage cars. This is Ben’s area and I’m very happy for him to choose it alone. But the lady at the car hire company said it was imperative I view the cars too to see if I could fit myself and the dress in to the back seat.

Apparently there have been many occasions where the car was just too small to cope with the bride’s gown, resulting in red faces all round as the bridesmaids winch her in to the vehicle.

This leaves me with a bit of a conundrum. As soon as I say anything, he’ll know what the dress is like. If I look at a two-seater sports car and say, “not a problem”, he’ll know the dress is slinky. If I raise my arms horizontally and launch myself through the door of a Bentley, guess what? It’s a meringue.

Will I fit?

I need to play this very carefully. Answers on a postcard please...