I won't link the article for obvious reasons but when PSS started writing for The People on June 15 2003 she had some interesting things to say about her life and loves.
""I understand what being a single mother is like, what it's like scraping for pennies and what it's like going through divorce. I also know what it's like to fight for your independence and climb the career ladder."
Readers with love problems will also benefit from her experiences dealing with male admirers. She dated Guy Ritchie in 1994 after they met at a karate club.
"He was a very funny man, extremely handsome and brilliant at karate," recalls black-belt holder Dr P**. "I used to love watching him because I was still learning.
"He was about eight years younger than me so he definitely goes for older women. We enjoyed a few dinner dates but kept them secret because our karate club was very gossipy and we did not want other members to know. On our third date we went to see Schindler's List. I was gob-smacked by the film and Guy was very moved by it too."
But the romance ended when her telly presenter pal Dale Winton introduced her to his agent **** - now Dr P**'s husband and stepdad to her children...
Another celebrity suitor was Anthony Hopkins. Dr P** says: "He was a member of the same gym as me. We used to chat on the treadmill and one day he suggested we meet for lunch.
"He was a great reader and very interested in psychology so we had a lot in common...
But life wasn't always so glamorous for Dr P**, who moved to England in 1977 to study psychology at the University of East London.
At 20, she discovered she was pregnant - a big shock to her father, a human biology professor, and mother, who has a masters degree in botany.
The baby's businessman father was 16 years older than Dr P**, already had two children and had only recently parted from his wife.
But Dr P** was head over heels in love. She says: "We had met in a wine bar near to where I lived and he was devastatingly handsome - a cross between Clint Eastwood and Julio Iglesias. I was swept off my feet.
"Our son *** was born a month prematurely. He was tiny, severely jaundiced and struggled to feed. Now he's a strapping 6ft 5in guy and we're incredibly close."
Despite having a baby to care for, the young mum graduated in 1981. She married her lover, becoming stepmother to his two sons, aged 15 and 10.
The couple had daughter ***** in 1984 but the marriage ended in a bitter divorce in 1992.
Dr P** reveals: "My husband was very jealous and controlling and I was deeply unhappy.
"I spent most of the marriage bringing up my children alone because he was never around. I was more like a single mum than a wife."
She considered moving back to America to be with her family but says: "My girlfriends kept me going. And I loved the UK - I did not want to leave behind bad memories."
She calls the next phase of her life the "baked bean years" when money was tight for the single mum.
"I'd cook enormous stews of baked beans, kidney beans and tinned tomatoes that kept us going for days," she says. "And I'd pop to the local market to buy complete outfits for the kids for less than a fiver.
"My ex hasn't paid maintenance since 1994 when he bought *** a pair of shoes. It was tough but brought us all closer together."
(My asterisks to shield certain people's identities)
PSS wrote in the Sun on 13 March 2018:
"I chose to have a year of celibacy in my late twenties.
I went through a painful split from my first husband and as I licked my wounds, having divorced on the grounds of his unreasonable behaviour, I thought, “I’m not being treated badly by another man again"....
It was not a decision I came to lightly, especially as I am a highly sexed woman who loves passion and intimacy.
But I discovered I didn’t need a man to make myself whole and I was determined to wait until I had met my equal."
Don't know what happened to TS but if alive he would be pretty ancient by now if he was 16 years older than PSS.
BTW TS and PSS lived in Belgravia, as did Lucan, not Mayfair. Both of course are part of London's "Golden Triangle" with Knightsbridge. Which of the three is poshest is probably a matter of opinion.
