Standing in the glass pod, I craned my neck taking in the expansive views of London.
‘Isn’t the view pretty?’ I said to my husband Phil, 42, and two kids, Sam, 14, and Ashley, 17.
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 at the London Eye was perfect.
Whipping out my phone, we had one final selfie before we called it a day.
‘Say cheese,’ I grinned, snapping us in front of London’s immense skyline.
Only when we got back to the hotel, I was flicking through our pictures and felt disheartened.
I didn’t recognise myself in our London Eye selfie.
Maybe it’s just the angle, I thought, disheartened.
But lookingangle at all.
