One Christmas, mum had talked about someone who’d had a makeover and how she’d love one. So in true dad style, wanting her to have what she dreamed of, dad arranged a photo shoot. Mum didn’t want to go on her own so invited me along. It was all very glamorous, with make-up artists and hair stylists, in a room full of bling and glitz. We had such a giggle having our photos taken, as the photographer had us climbing inside circle windows, posing in all sorts of positions. I can still hear that infectious . At the end of the shoot, we had to choose the pictures we liked the best. This selection was soon reduced when the lady told us that to have the photos chosen, it would cost us over thousand pounds just for the prints. My face went white, whilst mum sat there yet again giggling - her giggles at the shock on my face and all the way home she kept saying “ Your face..” and laughing. Such a fun day