Setting up the BBQ in the garden, I was ready to celebrate my birthday.
With a bouncy castle and lots of booze, it was going to be a day to remember.
You only turn 37 once!
It was 23 April this year, and I was celebrating with my dad Robert, 67, my nieces, and my children, Keigan, 13, and Kayley, nine.
‘Another please,’ I smiled at my dad, handing him my empty glass.
I was having such a good day, but there was one very important person missing.
My mum Carol, 69, had been shielding for months. I hadn’t seen her since Christmas.
I missed her so much, but my family had a way to get her involved in my bash.
When my sister Karen, 40, walked in, she held…