A few years back, I woke up on this date and wobbled down stairs, hair awry, face creased with sleep, ratty winter dressing gown on and made my self a cup of coffee.

Doing the coffee making here means that your back is turned on the back door.

I heard the door open and squeaked. Turned round brandishing a teaspoon weapon and then …..burst into tears.

Two of my fave girly peeps had driven from Wales – through the night – and NOT TOLD ME!

Fast forward to the evening and Robbie Live at The Albert Hall was playing MAX VOL. And we 3 were “singing!” along to this one :o)

MUM….I Love you x