I once dated a man who told me he lived in Marlborough. It turned out that he lived in his MK sportcar, which was parked in Marlborough. This story pretty much sums up my colourful dating history, which started when I got my first boyfriend at 16. He was a wannabe firefighter in the year above me at school, and was a perfect first in every way, but he also became the first boy I lived with. He moved into my parents’ house when his own family situation became untenable and I got very used to going to bed next to someone every night.