My heart started hammering in my chest. Dead? Raising his cuppa, my husband Keith, then 57, made a toast.
‘Here’s to having the house to ourselves,’ he grinned, opening a box of biscuits in celebration.
It was May 2016 and Elizabeth, 26, the youngest of our three kids, had just flown the nest.
Her two brothers Peter, 37, and Robert, 35, had moved out already.
‘Just the two of us now, love,’ I smiled.
We missed them – the place was a lot quieter without the kids.
But now our whole life stretched out in front of us.
Who knew what we’d do next? So exciting!
With more ‘alone time’, we started going out and enjoying ourselves.
Two months on, in July 2016, we went to an engagement party.
Keith…
