Chatting on the doorstep, my daughter Natalie, then 11, and her best mate Christian, 11, made the cutest pair.
‘I can't believe she said that,’ Christian exclaimed.
‘I know,’ Natalie grinned.
Me and my pal Kristi, then 48, laughed as our pre-teens gossiped like a pair of old women.
‘I'll leave you to it,’ I said, getting into my car. ‘Thanks for looking after her.’
‘Pleasure,’ Kristi replied.
It was October 2020 and I was off out with some friends while Kristi and her husband Brian, then 48, were looking after Natalie.
Natalie was the youngest of four. Her siblings PJ, then 27, Andrew, 25, and Sofia, 18, were all pretty much grown up.
But Natalie was our baby, an old soul and very serious.
As a single mum, I…