Pam and I have just come back from a really enjoyable few days in Miami Beach, the highlight of which was new year's eve.
I was constantly reminded of the same evening last year, when Jayne was very ill and we sat at home on our own watching the London fireworks on TV and feeling miserable.
So much has happened since then, and I still think and talk about her every day. But I feel life has started to move on, and I count myself incredibly fortunate to have met so many wonderful people, the latest being Pam.
At midnight, we went for a walk along the beach with huge crowds of fellow revellers, champagne bottle in hand. It was a typically sultry south Florida night, and the clouds had parted to reveal a starry sky. As we walked back to our hotel, we heard a man's voice from a balcony overhead.
'Hey, man, your wife is gorgeous,' he shouted, and threw down a plastic lei to go round her neck. I turned to look up at him and his friends.
'Thanks,' I grinned, overlooking his misunderstanding of my marital status. 'You're the third complete stranger to tell me that in the past twenty-four hours.'