I did fall in love with my new best friend, Michelle, at 14, which was all-consuming. We would give each other cards and poems and go on “dates”. We had no idea what a lesbian was and I wonder if we would have given it a crack if we had known. I suspect not; we modelled ourselves on the relationship, which was never consummated, between Sebastian Flyte and Charles Ryder in the BBC’s adaptation of Brideshead Revisited. (Now that I think of it, I often resorted to male role models as the female ones just weren’t there.) We were living our lives like a 1945 novel that examined family and Catholicism while other girls were getting fingered.