I felt a smack on the back of my head Icouldn’t believe my daughter, Rachel, 26, was jetting off to Spain for her hen do. It seems like only yesterday she was dressing up with her younger sister, Natasha, pretending to walk down the aisle.
Now in just two weeks she’d be doing the real thing.
‘Here I go again,’ I said, dabbing my teary eyes as I watched Rachel head towards the front door. ‘My little princess is all grown up.’
Giving her a big hug, I said: ‘Have a great time.’
‘Oh Mum, I wish you were coming with us,’ she replied.
‘Now don’t start that again. You’ll have more fun without me – and anyway we’ll have a ball on your second hen do,’ I told her.…
