My Alan has been my rock since I was 19 years old. I often think he is the first feminist I ever met. Even for the couple of decades or so since then that we weren't together, he was still my rock. He believed I could do anything I set my mind to and then has had my back. We married while I was in Parliament. He knew who he was marrying, but I don't think anything could have prepared him for the toll this job takes, but he has unconditionally loved and supported me. The other week he informed me that he feels unshackled, yeah? He no longer has to come under the scrutiny because of my public profile, and he's going to go out there—and I've got to say, it scared me. And then I thought about it and thought, stuff it, I'm joining him on the wild side, honey; although, at our age, that is probably coffee after midday and the odd night at 11 p.m. I can't do justice to my bloke in this speech, and anyway, it's our private lives that speak louder than any speech I give ever will. Oh, and happy birthday, Alan.