Five years ago today, I met a tall, blonde, beautiful woman with a lovely smile, gorgeous eyes and very sexy calf-length boots, outside a cookware shop in Tunbridge Wells. After apologising for being late, I kissed her on the cheek and took her hand. We went for coffee, then for a walk in the autumn leaves, a pint and then fish and chips.
Six and a half weeks later, in Tivoli Gardens, Copenhagen, I asked her to marry me.
We still enjoy days like that. And I still fancy her like crazy.