Coming home from school, my evening would follow a similar pattern.
At 7.30pm me and my mum Sue, 53, would watch our favourite show.
You see, we’d never miss an episode of EastEnders.
There would have to have been a good excuse for either of us to miss an episode – the only time I think we ever missed an episode was if we were on holiday.
‘You ready?’ Mum would ask as the familiar ‘duff, duff, duff’ echoed round the living room.
From the age of 10, I had been enthralled – there was always something going on and sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was sad.
And it was lovely
