Settling on the settee, I watched my daughter Sharlotte, 6, prancing, jumping, kicking and generally showing off.
‘Look Mummy,’ she said, attempting a roly-poly.
‘Amazing!’ I cheered.
There was no doubt our Sharlotte loved an audience.
And she always had one, whether it was me, her dad Kris, then 32, or her big brother and sister, Paul, 14, and Eva, 13.
My phone started ringing and my blood ran cold
So funny and cheeky, no wonder we called her Monkey.
Sharlotte loved to play dress-up, and pinched my lipstick or begged to have her nails painted.
Now, in June 2021, her new favourite thing was gymnastics.
‘Can I
