Heading into the living room, I could hear the scuffle of feet and the skid of a football long before I could see them.
‘How many times, no football in the house!’ I’d sigh.
But it made no difference – my partner Scott, 31, and our little girl Ella, now five, were always kicking a ball around.
And as I turned to walk upstairs, I heard a smashing sound below.
‘Shh! Shh!’ I could hear Scott giggling.
Ella was a daddy’s girl through and through – they were partners in crime.
And it made me laugh – Scott was a big lad’s lad, but he would happily be bossed around by a four-year-old girl.
I’d met Scott nine years ago on Plenty of Fish, where we’d quickly started chatting.
On our first date, it was clear we were at the start of something.
Scott was charming and funny – I was laughing constantly.
I couldn’t get over how well
