Mike Pollard, 71
Stepping through my front door, I was transported into a winter wonderland.
With ivy spiralling up the staircase banisters, to a huge Christmas tree glittering in the living room, my wife Brenda, then 62, was a huge Christmas fan.
Despite me having to work on-call over the holidays, even on Christmas Day, coming home to Bren was the best Christmas present.
‘Mike’s back!’ she’d
