Plonking my bum into a garden chair I basked in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the smell of sizzling burgers wafting over from the BBQ.
‘Grub's nearly done,' my hubby, Daniel, then 22, called, followed by the tinkle of our kids grabbing plates and cutlery.
Being spring 2020, lockdown BBQs had become our routine.
They got us out in the garden after a day home-schooling my daughter, Lilly then 9, and entertaining our son Parker, 1.
A bit of indulgence to cheer us up.
Piling my plate high and dolloping my salad with dressing, I opened a beer.
I'd already spent the day munching on crisps, cakes and chocolate, too.
Those pandemic pounds were creeping on.
Everyone will be carrying a bit of lockdown weight, I told myself.
Trouble was,…
