I was rehearsing a play for the Edinburgh festival and was supposed to be programming all the light and sound effects during the final wicket stand at Edgbaston. Suffice to say I was somewhat distracted as it became increasingly tense. As soon as the ‘Jones…Bowden!’ moment happened, I ran down to the rehearsal room to tell the actors what had just unfolded…only to see them emerging from the local pub having watched every ball.

I was in India for the start of the series. Missed the first Test due to being deep in the Himalayas. Just happened to arrive back into our hotel two weeks later with the very end of the Edgbaston test on a small TV in the lobby. I had no idea of the context, all I saw was Australia need two to win and then Harmison’s ball. I feel blessed for being able to have experienced that moment without any of the preceding anxiety!

The 2005 Edgbaston Test. I was living in Bristol and watching at home confident of victory. As time went on I got more and more nervous and decided I would walk down the hill to the city centre on the basis of my mother's logic, if I am watching it will go wrong so I won’t watch and we will win. Fast forward to me now in an Argos watching while pretending to look through the catalogue from 10 to go and leaping when the wicket fell!

Summer 2005, my husband Matthew was painting the window frames of our Victorian terrace whilst listening to The Ashes on TMS. We lived next door to a lovely Australian named Doug and have to admit to turning the radio up loud as the competition drew towards an England win. We didn’t want him to miss out on a single ball!

Memories of the 2005 Ashes. 20 years ago I had just got my first teaching job. To my horror (and my new head teacher) the last day of The Oval Test was my first day at the new school. At 3pm the new boss showed he was a cricket fan and called a halt to the training day. Got home to have a beer with my new flat mate in front of the telly, and my first experience of an Ashes win.

The Ashes in 2005 was the first time I smiled since my wife died earlier that year. We were both young, and it was completely unexpected. That Test series will always hold a place in my heart.

Re Ashes 2005 memories. I was in sixth form and took a small handheld TV with me to school each day during the series. At lunchtime, and during the inevitable cricket match that took place among us, the TV would be propped up behind the stumps, with the wicketkeeper ensuring the rest of us were kept updated on proceedings. This brilliant set-up only went wrong once, when a friend and I were caught watching it behind our textbooks in a lesson because we went up with Steve Harmison to appeal for an lbw.