I was in deep husband trouble. Number 1 had left me for a slimmer, fitter, small-bottomed model found at the gym. I should have taken action when I could no longer fit into my work skirts back in January. Number 2 – a Stuart Baggs lookalike – was a rebound mistake and far too young. Potential number 3 looked more promising. I met him when I was wearing my wet-suit, but this hadn’t deterred him, possibly because he was in shorts and a running bib at the time. Perhaps I was back in business?