Peeling back layers of greasy paper, I couldn’t wait to get to the warm chips inside.
Plating up three portions of fish and chips, I was ready for a nice girly evening with my mum Helen, 70, and nan May, 86.
We’d been her carers for years. As May got older, she needed a little extra support, and mine and Mum’s diet went out the window.
Nan hated us cooking for her and making a fuss, so she would always insist
