BEFORE MY EYES
Jun 17, 2021
4 minutes
Vicky Piggin, 36, from Leicester
Spanish music blared from the speakers as my husband Dale, then 36, walked over. It was July 2014 and we were in sunny Tenerife.
I’d sent Dale to the bar to get me and our son Callum, then 10, a cold drink while we lounged by the hotel pool.
But, almost in time to the music, Dale’s arms started to jerk.
‘Dad’s doing the Macarena!’ Callum laughed.
‘Oops!’ Dale grimaced, as he lurched towards us, our drinks spilling everywhere.
‘I can’t take you anywhere,’ I teased him.
Poor Dale, he
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