As the garden gate closed with a click, I was impressed.
My mum Christine, then 55. was too!
I’d taken my new bloke James, then 29, to meet her in 2009, when her sate latch was bust.
'I can fix that,’ James had said darting outside.
He earned some major Brownie points there.
Even more when we moved in together a few weeks later.
I came home from my admin job to mouthwatering meals.
Was there no end to this man’s talents?
James turned out to be a brilliant dad, too.
Our son
