Finding another slot for the puzzle piece, the smell of freshly baked cakes wafted into the living room.
That meant one thing – spending time at Grandad’s house.
Despite my mum Louise, 44, and dad Stuart, 42, splitting up when me and my sister Toni, now 21, were small, we would regularly go to my dad’s parent’s house.
Visiting at least twice a week, we were just around the corner from them.
And it was always great fun.
With my nan and grandad, Paul, taking us shopping, always treating us with plenty of sweet treats, and loving us even more, staying with them both felt like a real dream – it was great.
At roughly age eight, with Toni two years behind me at just six, we both felt so…
