By March 2015 my manuscript felt like an old and tired jersey; the neck stretched, the cuff fraying and the elbows wearing thin.

But then someone read my manuscript and said you made me cry, at least twice … and it was like seeing that old jumper for first time. The colour was still good, the shape comfortable and the understated design, definitely me.

So I put it on, stood in front of the mirror and said, hey you know what, we’ve been together a while now, but after a glass of wine, with the lights down low and Tracey Thorn singing in the background …