Sometimes, well, to tell the truth, most of the time, I’m in awe as to how much love I get from friends and relatives, most of all, of course from DM.

It can’t have been any sort of a picnic being with me this last couple of years. The arguments that came regularly when he could see I was heading for my breakdown and I insisted on charging on because I was so sure that I was letting everyone down by stopping and saying “I can’t go on”. His isolation when I went nowhere and saw no-one. My struggle back from the gloom, when he could see where I was on the continuum of good/bad mental health, even though I could not.

So, when he asked me to marry him, I was deeply shocked because I’d have been less surprised if he’d sat me down and said “now you’re well (most of the time), it’s time for me to move on and get some fun in my life”. I can't tell you how glad I am that he didn't.

I was determined to treat Valentine’s Day with no build-up, no hints and no emotional prodding. Again he surprised me. I know he’s an old cynic (yes folks, even more cynical than me) and it occurred to me that now we are betrothed, to use a nice old-fashioned expression, that he may decide that he could get away without sending me something.

As you can see, I was wrong. I got my rose.

He’s been really loving, supportive and kind. If I’d got me “black dog” hat on, I’d say I’m lucky to still have him………but as it is, I’ll just say we were made for each other - perhaps it's because I'm a funny valentine?