Hampton Court Palace looks magical and the light dusting of snow makes the winter wonderland beautifully romantic. Children wrapped in hats, gloves and scarves are giggling happily even when they fall over. The snow which has become a steady flurry is making it more exhilarating and, although I hate to admit it, I am struggling to stay on my feet. William’s hysterical laughter at my attempts makes it all worthwhile. I’ve never heard him laugh so much and his laugh is infectious. He’s on a high and my previous opinion of him is changing with every passing minute. He is far from the legendary womaniser despite attracting more attention from women than any other man I know and I am indulging in the pleasurable thought that these women think he is my boyfriend. He’s an accomplished skater, which doesn’t really surprise me. I’m sure I’ve spent more time on my arse than on my feet, and when I manage to stay on my feet I’m so busy enjoying my status as potential girlfriend of sex-god Ellis that I fail to notice I am careering towards the barrier and the bad news is I haven’t quite mastered the art of turning or stopping, and I end up crashing straight into it.
