Amber Robinson, 31, Chester-le-Street
Selection-box wrappers were scattered across the carpet, open tins of sweets on every surface.
‘Don’t eat too many,’ I warned, watching my son Riley, then 8, pop another handful of Heroes into his mouth.
‘You’ll spoil your lunch and there’ll be no pud!’
But the smell of chocolate and the sound of Riley and his siblings Kenzie, then 10, Olivia-Rose, 9, and Harmony, 2, having the time of their lives put a smile on my face.
‘Leave those poor mites alone,’ my mum Michelle, then 55, chuckled, handing me a cup of tea.
I took it gratefully.
It was Christmas last year and the kids had woken me at 5am, desperate to see what Santa had brought.
Only, now, tiredness was taking hold.
Then again, I…