I wrote to Helen for weeks and then months, trying to get her to have a drink ‘so we can bring this unholy mess to a conclusion’.
I insisted that I’d had nothing to do with the leak. I travelled to the World Economic Forum in Davos, hoping that she might be there in her mink coat and knee-high sheepskin boots. I didn’t see her.
I did, however, see Boris addressing a lunch of British business leaders at the Belvedere hotel. After lunch, I cornered him in a corridor.
'Boris, good speech. Well done,’ I said.
'Listen, it’s about Helen. I know things haven’t exactly been easy for any of us, but can I make one thing absolutely clear?
'I want you to know that I had nothing to do with any of the press stories. What on earth had I got to gain?
'I wanted to marry Helen and bring up your daughter as my own. It was that simple.'
'Right… er… got it. Thanks for letting me know.'
And then we walked off in different directions.