Driving up to the familiar sliding window, a paper bag stuffed full of food was passed to me.
Immediately, the tantalising smell of crispy chicken was enough to get me drooling.
That smells incredible.
I was a drive-thru regular at KFC, picking up my order at least once a week – a chicken three-piece meal with a Pepsi Max and a Zinger Burger.
As a mum to three kids under three – my son Hadley, two, and one-year-old twins Everley and Oakley – sometimes I needed a little time to myself.
So when my husband Tom, 36, was at work, I’d drop the children off with my mum Tracey, 57, and head to my favourite takeaway.
Sneakily binning the wrappers when I arrived home, I kept my junk food habit a secret – I didn’t want to admit
