Watching the kids tear the garden, I was determined that we would all make the most of the sun.
In April 2020, we had been in lockdown for about a month, and I was grateful we had a garden large enough for the kids to run about in.
Suddenly, my youngest daughter, Eliza, 11, stopped.
Fixated on the small patch in front of her, she’d grabbed a perfect four-leaf clover.
‘Look what I found, Mum!’ she called.
‘Well done!’ I said. ‘They’re lucky so make sure you keep hold of it.’
Soon after, Eliza, her brother Blake, 14, and big sister Daisy, 16, went inside, so my husband
