TO THE MOON AND BACK

Sticking a thick, fake moustache above his lip, my husband Phil, 61, turned to me and waggled his eyebrows. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘What do you reckon?’

I burst out laughing.

With his billowing green shirt, long white hair and pointy hat, he looked every inch the perfect pirate.

‘The girls will love it,’ I squealed with a huge smile on my face.

Our granddaughters, Daisy, 10, and Letty six, lived with us, along with our daughter, Ayng, 44, and her husband Robert, 46.

One big happy family. So