THE BIG REASD
Waking up one Saturday morning to a banging at my front door, I felt confused.
Who on earth could that be? I thought.
It was the week before Christmas, but I wasn’t expecting any festive visitors.
But as I opened the door, my jaw dropped.
‘Merry Christmas!’ my two daughters squealed, rushingand pick Elle, 26, and Lucy, 22, up from the airport on Christmas morning.
