Head pounding, eyes aching, I could hardly move. All I could do was lie in bed.
‘I’m sorry, I’ve got a migraine,’ I told my five boys, Craig, then 16, Nathan, 14, Callum, 11, and twins, Jordan and Mark, 8.
It was summer 2007, and we’d just moved to Spain, but I’d started getting terrible migraines after drinking alcohol.
And not to excess, either - half a glass of wine would wipe me out for three days.
‘I’ll just cut it out,’ I shrugged.
But then I started getting crippling stomach pains, vomiting, diarrhoea. I thought I might have IBS, or be a coeliac.
Once, I was so ill, I was rushed to hospital with suspected pancreatitis. Luckily, it wasn’t.
‘But something isn’t right,’ I moaned.
‘Start cutting things out…
