I had been working on the carnival for many years now, travelling to dusty towns and living in a covered wagon.

I had worn the same ring for almost 20 years. Made of a dull, grey metal, it featured an empty setting where a jewel should have been set. What most people didn’t notice was that it had been fashioned from an old-style coca-cola ring pull. Suddenly infuriated, I threw the ring down on the floor in front of the man running the ‘test your strength’ stall. “For goodness’ sake, isn’t it about time you bought me a PROPER wedding ring?” I screamed.

This was the first time I had ever asked for anything from my secret husband.