Standing in the glass pod, I craned my neck taking in the expansive views of beautiful London.
‘Isn’t the view pretty?’ I said to my husband Phil, 42, and two children, Sam, 14, and Ashley, 16.
We’d come for a family trip down to London in January 2019 and had spent the day taking in the city’s fab attractions, doing a little shopping and snapping family selfies as we went.
And finishing the day off at the London Eye was perfect.
Whipping out my phone, I wanted to take one final selfie before we called it a day.
‘Say cheese,’ I grinned, snapping us in front of London’s skyline.
Only when we got back to the hotel, I was flicking through our pictures and suddenly felt disheartened.
I didn’t recognise myself in our London Eye selfie.
Maybe it’s just, I thought, disheartened.
