I’m young, pretty, funny and a bit quirky.
My boyfriend is strange. We met at a party in Chelsea. He almost raped me early on, and now he barely touches me.
We’ve come up to his family home (big, old, a bit shabby) in the Lake District.
I think my boyfriend is in love with his brother’s wife. She looks a little like me (more beautiful I think), but is unhappy and struggles with her weight.
Their mother is marvellously eccentric and gets up to all manner of naughty business, but in an adorable, glamorous way.
There’s another, older brother, whose wife died. He doesn’t approve of me at all. Gosh, those shoulders though.
I stay here longer than intended, due to illness. It snows. I organise a birthday party for my boyfriend’s niece.
Who am I? Guess who I’m going to marry?