I have been waiting for some time when the startlingly beautiful Connie Nielsen appears in the chic hotel room. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she says. ‘I was rushing back from a meeting, and it was at the other end of the city and I couldn’t get a car, so I had to speed-walk back here.’ I’m about to offer sympathy for this stressful journey when she adds in an upbeat tone: ‘It was wonderful! I’ve had a double workout today.’
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.