Fernando and I met on three different occasions before we clicked. It happened in Madrid, five years ago, but neither of us remembers what the exact date was, so we agreed on the 14th of August and wrote it on the back of a picture frame with the photograph of an ocean liner which now hangs from our kitchen wall.

My favourite thing about this is being able to be out of the closet. The next best thing is sharing our wardrobe.

It doesn't mean that we do it all the time, but it is nice to borrow his grey tweed jacket for an audition or a dinner party every now and then, or see him wearing a pair of shoes that I haven't been using much lately. Trousers are a tricky one, though.

Whenever he is away I'll wear his blue thick woolen sweater to keep me company and when he comes back I will recognise the smell of the clean clothes that his mum has washed for him.

We never wear matching outfits but we are often in the same colour spectrum and although we do have two identical sets of pijamas, Fernando prefers to sleep in his underwear.

It was in his flat, the morning after we met five years ago, when we agreed that we would move to London together.