I met my husband twenty two years ago this evening about this time (8.30pm here). We met at the Oasis in Swindon because the American company I was working for took over the place for the day and threw a big party in the evening. Three days before I'd moved out of my ex-boyfriends house and my new flat mate/work mate, thought it would do me good to get out of the house.

I thought he seemed nice and would 'do' for a summer romance. Little did I realise we'd still be going strong all these years later.