Cutting up veg for dinner, I started bopping as a song came on the radio. I love this one, I thought as I hummed. Girls Aloud were one of my favourite bands – I loved them on Popstars: The Rivals back in the day, and I’d seen them live.
I danced around the kitchen, singing along to Sound of the Underground as I finished making tea before my kids Eva, 15, and Charlie, 12, got home from school.
That night, back in September last year, I was sitting watching TV with my husband Rob, 39, when the news came on.
‘Sarah Harding has passed away after a battle with breast cancer,’ the newsreader said.
My hand flew to my mouth. She was only 39.
I knew she’d been sick, but it was still a shock.
‘Oh my God, she’s around my age,’ I said to
