Running into class late on the first day of uni, a woman sat next to me and threw on her name tag.
It read Katherine.
‘I’ll remember your name – mine’s Kathryn!’ I laughed.
I was 23, she was 22, and we became instant besties. To save confusion, I got called Kate and she became Nina.
It was 2005, and we were at Adelaide University studying for our postgraduate degrees in wine-making.
Besides, starting your own wine company cost a fortune!
They fell for each other at our wedding
Nina had grown up in Switzerland, where she’d helped out