Personal Life
Before Britton met her current husband, she was married to TV executive Clive Jones. The two met while Jones was still married and began an affair. Britton broke off their affair after a year but Jones showed up on her doorstep two days later, having left his wife for her. The couple married on 12 November 1988 in Southsea and had three children together: twin sons Jack and Harry (born 1994) and daughter Grace (born 1997). Her marriage to Jones began to fall apart not long after and the couple officially split in 1998. A year later, Britton started dating celebrity chef Phil Vickery. The two met on the set of BBC2's Ready Steady Cook and married in 2000. The couple have a daughter, Winnie (born August 2001), and currently reside in Buckinghamshire.
In May 2008, Britton announced that she had had a gastric band fitted to help her lose weight. She reported that she was very pleased with the band, but urged others not to follow her example. In a statement, she said, "Many people are interested in my weight loss. As interest is so high, I am making public that I had a gastric band operation two years ago. I did this for myself and I would not wish to influence others to do the same. For me it has worked and I am pleased with the results."
In her memoir, My Story, Britton relates that soon after her 21st birthday she was raped whilst living in Cambridge.
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