Hate at first sight can often turn into love. I remember meeting my husband in someone else's house, taking one look and asking when he was leaving. Three years later, I arrived horribly late at Hawling Church, all dressed up to marry him.
Sixteen years on from that date, and the man I married has revived a teenage ambition to ride as an amateur jockey, losing several stone to reach the ideal racing weight. Lentils, something else with which I began an ambiguous relationship, play a vital part in the diet.