My life? It isn’t easy to explain. It has not been the rip-roaring spectacular I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with the footballers.

I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common girl with common thoughts, and I have led a common life (so far). There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I have loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter what how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path that I have chosen to follow. I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I have chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.