Having a giggle with wrapping paper strewn on the floor, it was another typical Xmas.
Despite me and my husband Ges, 67, not really huge Christmas fans, it was still a great way to interact with the family.
And with our boys Neil, now 37, and Simon, now 34, plus Neil’s partner Lorna, gathered around for lunch, presents and board games, it meant it was a chance for us all to get a little competitive.
Something that I knew Ges would love – he’d always be so much better at games than me.
Only, on 25 December 2020, as we set up one of the board games at Neil’s house, needing pencils to draw certain pictures, Ges didn’t have a clue what was going on.
Needing to explain the rules over and over, I got a blank stare in response – it was like trying to tell a three-year-old what to do.
And it was in that moment, while gathered at the table,
