TAKE THE FALL

Sue Burton, 62, Strood, Kent

With the presents unwrapped and the turkey scoffed, Christmas was well and truly over for another year.

It was December 2017 and my fiancé, Nick, 45, and I had had a lovely festive break and we were now busy getting back to reality.

‘I’m just sorting your PPI claim,’ Nick shouted from the study.

‘Ok love,’ I called back.

‘I’m just going downstairs to have a cigarette.’

I’d first met Nick back in 2006 when he was doing some gardening work with a friend near my house.

We got chatting and he agreed to do some work for me the next day, but I didn’t hear from him.

It turned out that he’d fallen out of a tree!

‘I must admit I was a bit livid that you’d not shown up!’ I told him when he finally came around.

‘Well I was thinking of you as I was laid up in bed,’ he