I PROMISED TO LOVE PAUL NO MATTER WHAT

As my husband, Paul, sang along loudly to the radio and danced around the kitchen, I was in hysterics. It was early 2017 and Paul, then 46, was getting ready for his job as a cab driver at the taxi rank we ran together. It was a job he loved and even after a long shift, he was always in a cheery mood, relaying stories from the day. He had such a great sense of humour and his passengers seemed to love him.

But then it was hard not to like Paul. We’d known each other since we were 10, after joining the same youth group in Stroud, Gloucestershire. But it wasn’t until 2007, when I was 36 and