Through all of this, my sister has been a tower of strength. ‘I’m so proud of you, Nessa,’ she’d told me, the night after the verdict, as we sat in her kitchen, Radio 2 blaring out of the Roberts radio. She and Jack have had their troubles but they’re still together, still going strong. Of course, they still quarrel but they find a way to work through. As Georgie often reminds me, ‘We’re not perfect, but then, who is?’

Perfection. It’s an odd thing to crave, isn’t it? Particularly as, by nature, humans are messy and complex and impetuous and changeable. They are anything but perfect. Yet that is what we’re constantly being told to pursue: the perfect house, the perfect body, the perfect children, marriages, jobs, even bloody plates of food. When really, what all of us needs is something very simple but equally elusive.

Happiness.

Looking back at my life, there are two distinct moments when I felt truly happy. The first was that morning when I’d sat in the kitchen watching Mum singing along to Barbara Dickson, knowing that it was the first day of the summer holidays and I would have her all to myself for six whole weeks; in reality, it would turn out to be our last day. The second was the morning Anne offered me the job at Luna London. In the months after the trial I felt like I needed to recalibrate, to find out who I truly was without the filters and hashtags. So I deleted all my personal social media pages, removed the property app from my phone and set about dismantling the idea of pushing a perfect life on to other people, bombarding them with images of a life that doesn’t exist. And I set about reclaiming the happiness I’d once had. I got back in touch with Anne and, over a long lunch in her beloved Chelsea Arts Club, decided to return to what I love best, this time as Senior Partner of Luna London. I now have shares in the business with the option of buying Anne out when she decides to retire. Some would say working in the beauty business feeds into those toxic ideas of unattainable perfection but, as I remember Mum once telling me as she sat at her dressing table getting ready for a night out, make-up is not about hiding behind a mask but about being the best version of yourself and feeling empowered. As always, she spoke a lot of sense.