Miranda Hart revealed she and her friend enjoyed a ‘sore Hart heart party’ where they ate crumble during a brief split from her husband which happened before they wed.
The comedian, 51, revealed in her book I Haven’t Been Entirely Honest With You, that after a shock breakup with her new man, she was comforted by her best friend and allowed to wallow.
In her new book, Miranda confessed that she and the building surveyor ‘briefly’ split before realising the depth of their feelings for one another.
Following the ‘ghastly’ split, the stand-up threw herself a pity party where the two ate crumbles with different toppings and ranked them.
She wrote: ‘I followed my own advice and had a sore Hart heart party with my friend.
Miranda Hart revealed she and her friend enjoyed a ‘sore Hart heart party’ where they ate crumble after she broke up with her new husband for a short period
The comedian, 51, revealed in her book I Haven’t Been Entirely Honest With You, that after a shock breakup with her new man, she was comforted by her best friend and allowed to wallow
‘I reminded her that I was the appointed Royal Crumble Taster and she should go to the shops immediately to get me all the crumbles and all the possible toppings so I could go through them and decide the best combination.
‘She allowed me to wallow with the first crumble as I missed The Boy so very much, but then she made me list my wins and all the progress I had made using the remaining crumbles to celebrate and therefore not to fully crumble!’.
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The comedian surprised fans this week when she announced she was married at the age of 51, but has revealed that it was not all plain sailing.
The star explained that despite the couple’s deepening feelings they were forced to take a break and work out whether their circumstances would allow them to reunite.
But at the end of her new book she confirmed that the couple reunited, and ‘The Boy From Bristol had something to share. The being angry and grumpy didn’t put him off. The body didn’t put him off, despite witnessing some massive mid-life inflation my inner critic did not enjoy!’
Miranda met her building surveyor husband when he came to fix a mould problem in her £2million home, after believing that her ‘hope for finding love was very, very slim.’
The sitcome star revealed on the One Show on Tuesday that she married the building surveyor this year at the age of 51 after he proposed in Kew Gardens, West London.
The comedian has gone to lengths not to reveal his identity, referring to him in her new book I Haven’t Been Completely Honest With You as simply ‘The Boy’ or ‘The Mould Man’.
In Miranda’s new book she explained that despite the couple’s deepening feelings they were forced to take a break and work out whether their circumstances would allow them to reunite
The front cover of Miranda’s new book ‘I Haven’t Been Entirely Honest With You’
The man, who she met when he came to fix a mould problem in her £2million home, is described as ‘salt-and-pepper greying hair look on a fine featured man’.
Going into detail in her memoir about how he popped the question, the actress explained that her boyfriend suggested the couple go to the gardens for a walk on an ‘ordinary January day’.
She wrote: ‘We stood still on the bridge overlooking the lake when the silence was pierced as he rather seriously said, ‘Miranda’. I turned around and as I did he got down on one knee. ‘Miranda…’
‘I don’t remember anything else because I simply burst out out crying, apparently saying yes before he had finished the sentence (awkward if he’d been tying a shoelace…)’
She emotionally penned: ‘I didn’t think a traditional proposal would affect me so.
‘But there was someone knowing all my ridiculousness and brokenness and still willing to bend down, lookup and commit to loving me and standing by me for the rest of his life.’
Miranda later described her husband as kind, loving, and really fun,’ before dramatically writing: ‘He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my husband. We got married when I was fifty-one.’