Can you imagine my life a few years back? Longing to be David’s sweetie but with no hope of becoming so. Somehow, without me noticing, my dream came true and I did, indeed, become David’s sweetie.

He’s showing off his fountain pen and leaving me little love notes. He presents them with a flourish of the wrist and a huge smile.

Of course, he’s turned soft – I’m not sure why he had this personality transplant when we married but he has transformed from Mr Stern to Mr Soft in one leap. Not that I’m complaining mind, long may it continue……

We’ve been married for just over a month now and it seems like a lifetime in one sense but a moment in another.

Sorry for the shortness of this but I am just about to go off and cook a meal for the man that calls me his sweetie. La la la.