Never in my dreams did I think I’d have anything in common with Victoria Beckham. I’m not famous with millions in the bank, and the paparazzi don’t follow my every move.
But watching David Beckham talk about his obsessive routines in his Netflix documentary – how he meticulously organises his wardrobe, and cleans every candle at night – I felt a flash of recognition and a wave of sympathy for his wife.
I know the cataclysmic impact of a slightly open clothes drawer, as I’m married to a man who has OCD.
When I met Keith, 43, in April 2006, I was struck by his smile. We went to the same church, and he was intelligent and handsome, and worked in IT. We
