Last week, as you know, I took a trip to Westminster. For me, it was a trip filled with memories. My first ever job, when I was 16, was as a football analyst for a statistics company. The job was in St James Park, which sounds glamorous. In reality it was anything but. The offices were in a basement with very little natural light. Certainly, in the room I worked in, there was no natural light, not even one window. It was a difficult job on many levels, not least because I was a bolshy teenager who thought she knew best. However, I digress. The other analysts and the journalists were a fantastic bunch of people (I ended up marrying one of them). It is a place which holds such an important part of my heart. I did a lot of growing up there.

From that one job I made a huge amount of what I hope to be lifelong friends. They came to our wedding and have celebrated the births of our children, as we have theirs. We see them less regularly now but when we do meet up it is as if we saw them yesterday. Perhaps it is because it wasn't a good working environment that we all became such close friends. Thrust together in the face of adversity.

The best thing which came out of that job was obviously meeting my husband. Victoria and Westminster hold so many memories, both good and bad of the beginning of our relationship. I was so young when we met and I am so proud to be married to such a wonderful man. We celebrate 13 years of being together this year and 10 years of marriage. I know at least that I definitely made one lifelong friend from my first ever job in a big city!