LUCKY STARR

Driving to Heathrow airport to meet my date, David Norris, then 29, I got cold feet and cancelled.

I was a taxi driver, from Southampton, and David lived in London driving lorries.

After stumbling across each other’s Tinder profiles, a month before, we’d been texting ever since.

I have one gorgeous son already, Leon who is 8, and he’s all I want I messaged him that week. If you want children, then we should stop things now because there is no way I’m having another.

After a bad break up with Leon’s dad, I’d been left to raise him practically alone, and I was terrified it’d happen again.

Don’t worry about that, I found out I was infertile a few years ago, David replied.

He sent me the doctor’s letter