Happily ever after on hold

Closing the door behind me, I slipped off my heels and chucked my bag on the sofa. It was the early hours of a Sunday morning in April 2002.

I’d just got back home from a party.

Working long hours as an architect, I always looked forward to the weekend.

Out with friends, partying until late.

I had a busy social life, a thriving job, and no money worries.

But there was still one thing missing. Love.

Finding The One was the only thing I ever worried about.

‘You’ll meet someone,’