Stacking up plates in the dishwasher, I stifled a yawn.
‘I’m knackered,’ I said to my fiancé Anthony heading to the living room to collapse on the sofa.
After a long day at work back in August last year, the mess from dinner was all cleared away, the house was clean and tidy and our kids Ryley, 13, Rubee, 12, and Hunter, eight, were all tucked up in bed.
Finally, it was time to relax.
Snuggling up on the sofa together, I stuck the telly on and let my mind drift away.
But before I
