Watching the kids tear the garden, I was determined that we would all make the most of the sun.
In April 2020, we had been in lockdown for about a month, and I was grateful we had a garden large enough for the kids to run about in.
Suddenly, my youngest daughter, Eliza, 11, stopped.
Fixated on the small patch in front of her, she’d grabbed a perfect four-leaf clover.
‘Look what I found, Mum!’ she called.
‘Well done!’ I said. ‘They’re lucky so make sure you keep hold of it.’
Soon after, Eliza, her brother Blake, 14, and big sister Daisy, 16, went inside, so my husband Mark, 50, could mow the grass.
Yet not long after he started, my phone rang.
‘Tash,’ my husband said down the line.…
