WHERE S THE JUSTICE?

Blowing on my nails, I extended my arm to assess my manicure.

‘That suits you,’ my big sister, Vicky, then 38, grinned. It was September 2018 and me, Vicky, her wife, Naomi, 44, and our mum, Wendy, 63, were enjoying a spa day.

We’d lost my dad, Michael, 64, to leukaemia that May and his passing had taken a devastating toll on all of us. Adjusting to life without him had been so hard, and Vicky and I had found ourselves rallying around Mum, to make sure she was OK. That’s why we’d suggested a pamper day – it was what we all needed.

For Vicky