With four children (Flo, 24, Annie, 22, Monty, 20, and Dolly, 13), I spend my life doing things for other people, but for some baffling reason this isn’t considered to be kindness – just the often thankless duty all we mothers have to endure. As much of what I do also goes wholly unappreciated, I don’t even get that little feel-good kick of satisfaction for putting another human being first. I know I kind. I must be. The last time I did something for myself was back in 1997 when the Spice Girls were still topping the charts. So when I was asked to take on the challenge of a week of random acts of
