PAUL IS ALWAYS WITH ME

It was a Sunday morning in February, and, like every Sunday morning, my husband Paul and I went swimming. With full-time jobs and a big family (I have three children from my first marriage; Paul, four), the only way to keep fit was to forgo lie-ins. The alarm went off at 6.35am, and in less than an hour we were heaving up and down the pool.

After my delayed exit from the water, I get to Paul’s car, but he isn’t there. I realise that I didn’t see him get out of the water, so he might still be swimming. When I check, there are only a few people