Tric Kearney: It's my life

Twenty-two years ago yer man and I had a very grown up discussion about moving house, as both of us wished to move somewhere a little more country.

While himself poured over pages of accounts I did my best to listen, with one eye on Coronation Street. Shortly after the final credits he closed the books and declared it would be three years before we could afford to move.

Perhaps with Coronation Street in the background, I’d not listened properly, because all of one week later I found the house of my dreams and after a little subterfuge convinced yer man it was what he wanted too.