Tomorrow is a very important day in my life – tomorrow night, I will be either overjoyed or miserable but at least I will know the outcome of the thing that’s been plaguing my working life for the last week-and-a-half. I am so looking forward to a good night’s sleep!

Today though, I am still suffering the agony of my fate in someone else’s hands. The thought gave rise to this knife-edge analogy. Either I get hurt or I don’t and if I don’t then I will have forgotten about it instantly. If I do get hurt, I’ll pick myself up, dust myself down, lick my wounds and get on with it.

While we were on the plane last night, we were reading the freebie newspapers. DM got there first so he got a broadsheet and I got stuck with the Mail on Sunday. I must say, I find this publication distinctly worrying, knowing as I do, that many people I care about read it. Every time I pick it up it is full of nasty, ill-thought-through venom that leaves a very bad taste in my mouth.

One of the regular columnists was bleating on about Jennifer Anniston and how little sympathy she has for the ‘dumped’ ex-wife of Brad Pitt. I don’t know why but I took real exception to the tone of the article because the journalist was suggesting that Jennifer Anniston’s relationship problems should have been consigned to the back of her mind and she should now be completely fine after several months since the news of this affair leaked into the public domain.

You only needed one look at the photo of the woman to see she was looking deeply miserable and however rich and famous she is, this should surely be something that she is left to deal with in her own time and in her own way? I have not seen a photo of her for ages but she looked gaunt and tired. I can’t imagine much that would be more humiliating than to discover your husband has failed to keep his dick in his pants in quite such a public way.

This whole business strikes me as particularly cruel given that both Anniston and Pitt seemed to have been very careful to keep their relationship a private one until this happened. I doubt for one moment that her problems will be eased in any way at all by knowing that a journalist on the other side of the Atlantic either sees fit to pronounce on her actions or her emotional state. I don’t much care when celebrities who are all over the pages of Hello and OK magazines every week get the wind knocked out of their sails but I do think that those who choose to try to live a private life should be allowed to do so.

It occurred to me that they all walk a knife-edge where one slip means hurt and humiliation in the most public and unforgiving of arenas. I’m not really quite sure where I’m going with this – I never expected to be defending celebrities from the press within these pages but I actually felt quite sorry for her.

A year ago, we walked into OUR house for the first time...and two years ago, we were out and about on a sultry evening.