While I was awake…
Stepping off the train, I felt giddy with excitement and joy.
We’d just arrived in London and I loved visiting the city.
My husband Michael, now 59, and I usually went for our anniversary, but this time, we were with our friends, Tracey, 56, and her husband Gaz, 60, to celebrate their birthdays.
It was March 2012, and we were off to see Mamma Mia! in the West End.
A big fan of musicals, I couldn’t wait for the weekend to begin.
As we arrived at the hotel, I unpacked our bags, ready to glam myself up.
Slipping on a nice dress and heels, I was ready to party.
Only, just as we were about to leave, I caught my heel on the plush carpet and felt my right foot twist.
‘Well, someone’s enjoying the complimentary wine,’ Michael joked.
‘I haven’t had a drink yet!’ I replied,
