Marina and Chester met on a summer's day in the middle of the global pandemic. It didn’t take long for them to realise that they could be the very best of friends.

Maybe it was when they climbed a tree and a saxophone man began playing from somewhere in the forest, or perhaps it was when they walked into the pub, at which point a fly flew into Chesters throat and he began coughing uncontrollably (remember this was during covid), an incident which was the first in an endless chain of slapstick mishaps that will continue to entertain Marina for as long as Chester is Chester.

Or perhaps it was when they roamed the cobbled streets of Hampstead feeling the feeling that one can only find in life’s significant moments.

But somehow they both knew deep down on that first evening together, that by some cosmic fortune the stars had aligned, and they had each found their soulmate.