I’d seen him in a TV sketch show and thought he was gorgeous. My ideal man. As I sat watching I said to my friend: “He’s lovely, isn’t he? I’d love to meet him.” Then a couple of months later I did. ‘I was moaning to the make-up girl that I hadn’t got a boyfriend, and she said there was a guy on the same job who’d been saying the same thing, that he was looking for a nice girl. At that minute Martin walked in and I just had a thunderbolt. It dawned on me: “Oh, God it’s him!” We flirted with each other all day and when I went home he texted me, saying “You left and I wasn’t done flirting with you. That’s a bit rude”, which I thought was really smooth. The next night he invited me for a drink and a couple of months later I moved in with him. That was it.