Loading up a hot dog, it was just another night that we had planned with our friends.
After meeting my partner Dan*, in 2009, spending three years together before getting engaged, planning our wedding was on the top of our to-do list.
Yet in our spare time, we’d often meet with Dan’s best mate Mark, now 52, his wife and his children Matthew, now 22, and Harriet, now 21 – whether it was popping around for a brew, a BBQ or a dinner party.
With Mark a builder, running his own business, doing quite a lot of work for my family over the years, he was always sort of around.
And running my own business, too, I’d often come round baring gifts, making Matthew and Harriet their own bean bags – we all got on really well and it was great to have friends that we could rely on.
Which meant they had to
