After a lot of arm-twisting, Susie Hunt agreed to let us publish a further installment of her scintillating diaries, on condition that we let her put them 'in context': my husband Joe and I are soul-mates. Nothing - including, er, smouldering Lone Fathers or Joe's teeny mid-life crisis - could ever come between us. (Hopefully he won't find out about smouldering Lone Father's sexed-up expose of our secret 'affair' last year). Offspring Katie and Jack are well-adjusted and happy - even if Jack thinks he's a dog and Katie wants to be a Pussy Cat Doll. VBF Louise makes new motherhood appear unnaturally glamorous. It simply isn't normal to fit into size zero jeans so soon after giving birth - and I have the jelly belly to prove it. I did not cynically engineer my close personal friendship with Celebrity Mom Angelica Law. The whole newspaper-paparazzi-telly thing was Not my fault - I can't help it if I've got star quality in bucket-loads, can I?