You and Harry had been together for six months. One weekend he took you to a Formula 1 race – he knew you liked cars, motorbikes and football. But he was more excited about it than you, but you didn’t show up.

At one point he noticed that he had been looking at you for minutes, not at the race. His thoughts ran wild

“She’s a perfect woman. She can cook, she likes football, cars, motorbikes… she’s not hysterical – well, sometimes, but that’s also cute. A child’s friend. Perfect for a wife… She’d be good for a mother too.”

Then he suddenly remembered, looked back at the track he knew he had made a very good choice. He had plans for you, he could imagine his future with you.