‘Something wasn't right on our big day’ My four youngest kids thundered through the front door and into the living room ahead of me.
‘Don’t forget to take off your shoes,’ I called after them.
I’d just finished the school run and was desperate for a cuppa.
But as single mum to seven, ‘me time’ was pretty rare. Sophie, my eldest, was 19, then there was Daniel, 17, Megan 14, Jessica, 12, Lily, 11, Alex, 10 and Dot, four. It was a full house. As we sat down to dinner, my phone rang. Singing was my passion. I’d auditioned a couple of weeks before with an Irish band and I’d been desperate for news. ‘Hi Laura, we have some great news,’ said the voice. It was the guitarist, Lou, 58,…
