Trapped in a house FULL OF HORMONES

At first I thought I had a brain tumour. Then, as the forgetfulness increased, I wondered if I was suffering with early-onset Alzheimer’s, aged 47. The day I got into the car and couldn’t remember which side of the road to drive on was a low point. I had to go back into the house and ask my husband.

At the time, my two teenage – 17 and 18 –thought this was hilarious. ‘Silly old Mum,’ they giggled. ‘So daft she can’t even work out how to drive.’ I was a busy working mother with four kids, aged five to 15, and I was losing my marbles, unravelling in a inexplicable mid-life rage.