I was at breakfast, on the morning of Mike and Joe’s wedding – feeling happily smug that the world we live in ain’t like it used to be, no Sirree – when the news broke on the telly that a local councillor had claimed that the recent storms and floods were ‘divine retribution for the government’s decision to legalise gay marriage’. I was like WTF, really? Limp muesli spluttering. Cup of weak hotel coffee rattling. But outside, while snowdrops quivered in the breeze, the sun was already high in a crystal sky, the flea markets were busy, and someone was singing joyfully.