I remember when I was first diagnosed, I was 5 years old and I claimed I didn’t like my first schoolteacher because she tasted like broccoli. My mother was more than a little confused and after further questioning and a trip to the doctors I was told I had synaesthesia.

I didn’t really understand then, and you probably don’t understand now, but it’s when your senses are mixed up. I can read the colour of words, and taste the sound of people’s voices. Sometimes I can feel what someone looks like. It’s hard to explain to someone who’s never experienced it.

I always thought of it as a bit of curse, that was before I met Angelina. Her voice tasted like honey and she looked like the feeling of silk on your bare skin. When I say her name it’s silver, and when she says mine it’s golden.

My life would be perfect if it wasn’t for her mother, who looks like sandpaper and tastes like cornflour.

We don’t see her mother much.