A rich gravy smell wafted up to my bedroom, making my tummy growl.
Bangers and mash.
Hearing me thundering downstairs, my mum Mandy, then 56, set a plate piled high on the kitchen table.
Your favounte,' she said.
I wolfed the lot.
It was January 2020, I was 19 and my job in a nursery kept me busy.
I’d be starving when I finished, so I'd pop to McDonald’s, devouring two cheeseburgers on the drive home, before polishing off the tea mum cooked.
Later, I'd munch five bags of crisps and several chocolate bars in my room.
Shove the wrappers down the side of the bed before ditching them in my
