One of the questions I’m asked most about my boyfriend is how we met. Because – true fact – when you are dating, your romantic escapades become titillating fodder for smug marrieds. You feel compelled to provide them with entertainment. (Or is that just me?)
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I took ownership of the keys to the vicarage on Wednesday. My car was packed to the rafters, mainly with Diptyque candles, Iittala glassware – the essential stuff. Nic followed on behind with a vacuum cleaner, my carpet cleaner and Mini Puppy. I was very stressed. We all know that houses, stripped of furniture, look ghastly. I was prepared. I swore I would not cry or get depressed.