And chuffed as I was to be approached, I had been shortlisted for many projects over the years that had never come to anything, so I didn’t get too excited. I later found out that the production company had pitched the idea four times to the BBC before it had finally been accepted.

But when, a few weeks later, I was formally offered the chance to appear in the first series of The Great British Bake-Off, I had no hesitation in saying yes.

I’m always fussing about my hair because it’s as flat as anything. I usually wear only a bit of pink lippy, but for TV they add a few extra lashes to brighten my eyes and some colour to my face, as without it I look pale and uninteresting.

It is lovely to chat in the make-up chair, but 20 minutes is my limit. But I was absolutely flabbergasted about the fuss made over the Zara floral bomber jacket that I wore last year.

Paul is such a showman and I’m always really glad that he’s alongside me.

I do have to tell him to be quiet sometimes, but I like and admire him a great deal, and don’t even mind that he calls me ‘Bezza’.

At that stage, the plan was that there was just one judge — me, with the emphasis very much on cakes.

But suddenly there started to be talk of including bread.

You cannot imagine how astonished I was when they read my name out.

With tears in my eyes, I made my way up to the stage, feeling completely overwhelmed.

It was to be along the lines of a cake competition at a traditional village fete, and they wanted me to be the judge.

My first thought was: ‘Well, that’s right up my street.’ Because if there’s one thing I know about, it’s cakes.

I could look back at what I had achieved and know that all the hard work had been worth it.