Mother’s NIGHTMAARE

Carol Corr, 48, from Belfast

Blustering into my house, arms full of shopping bags, my daughter Joleen immediately took charge.

‘Right, Mammy, what needs to be done?’ she said briskly.

The eldest of my five kids, she’d almost been a second mum to her younger siblings, helping out with bath times and changing nappies.

By her early twenties, Joleen had her own flat just round the corner from my house, but she still popped round every day to give me a hand with the kids – or just to hang out.

‘What do you fancy doing today, Mammy?’ she’d ask me. ‘How about an