There has been the odd awkward incident – sometimes if I’m pulling a tight jumper over my head, I’ll accidentally knock my nose off

I hated my nose when I was younger. I thought it was huge and pointed, and when I was little, classmates called me Concorde. As an adult, my husband would jokingly duck when I turned round. But other than it not being the neat little stub nose I dreamed of, it never caused me any problems.

In 2012, while out on a walk near my home in Redditch, Worcestershire, my dog, Cece, jumped up at me, knocking my nose. It was sore, but not broken. A few days later, though, it was still painful and had started to swell.