I’m not a natural dancer. There is not one iota of co-ordinated grace present in this body, so I’m putting my faith in him to make us look good - but I’m not about to tell him that.

“Just follow my lead, my gorgeous girl. I’ll never let you fall.” He supports my lower back, and I relax into him as a new song starts, and he takes control.

Four songs later, we’re still on the dance floor. To my left, Jake and lynda look like they have danced together a million times before. It warms my heart to see them like this. Watching them together, I’m painfully aware I...