In this age of one-night stands, virtual relationships and text sex, a wedding was a modern miracle.

You're great but you're not there when I go to bed at night or get up in the morning. You don't make me a cup of tea after a hard day at work, or rub my back in the bath. I'm sick of being lonely. Is that so wrong? 

I'm not sure if it's better to be alone but it's probably safer.

Men are like busses. I mean, you wait for ages and ages, and when one does finally come along you can't get on. And that bit about them coming in threes, well, that's just a myth.

If I want a man I'll go to a cheap bar, like any other sane woman. I, for one, haven't hit rock bottom.