Higher power

Finishing my dinner, I looked over at my husband, David, 46.

It was the weekend, on 29 September last year, and I thought my cheeky boys, Sebastian, then four, and Hunter three, deserved a treat.

‘Who wants to go to the park?’ I asked.

My stepdaughter, Jasmine, 17, stayed home but the rest of us jumped up and headed out.

Sebastian sprinted straight for the spider’s web climbing frame and got right to the top.

He knows how to make me nervous, I thought.

Then, it was bathtime and bed for them both.

I read them a book as they slowly nodded off. At 1am there was a knock on