My One Day love story

Complete with uncinematic diarrhoea

Currently, I am going about my life, cooking pasta for my son (again) or plucking my chin hairs only to find myself randomly bursting into tears. Big fat tears. That’s the One Day Effect. I shared an Instagram story about being so mad at David Nicholls for writing something so utterly heartbreaking. He replied: ‘sorry’. No doubt he gets that a lot. I had read the book when it came out and was shook for weeks. I enjoyed the movie but didn’t think it was very good. Anne Hathaway’s attempt at a Leeds accent journeyed from The Yorkshire Dales down to Primrose Hill and back again; I just couldn’t get past it. Also, and in fairness to them, it would seem hard to get 20 years worth of days into a feature length film. But the TV series. Oh, the TV series. Leo Woodall I mean MY GOD, what a performance. So devastated by his remarkable turn as Dexter Mayhew, it took a whole 24 hours for my blotchy complexion to return to normal. And Ambika Mod was sensational. Because I’m obviously a masochist, I can’t stop listening to the soundtrack on Spotify.

I find that a really good tearjerker - be it a book or on screen - can act as a sort of conduit through which we can access and process all of our own emotions. I clearly had many, many tears to cry - for whatever reason - and One Day helped me let them out. 

Of course the series has everyone thinking and talking about love and the depth of their decades-spanning connection. I read Farrah Storr’s own love story piece (it is also worthy of screen adaptation) and loved it. So I thought I’d share mine. It’s not at all as interesting but it’s the love story I didn’t expect. 

I had two boyfriends before Barry.