STONKING RARE

Popping our food in the oven, I headed in to the living room to join the rest of my family.

Chatting away and glued to the TV, I completely lost track of time.

‘What’s that smell?’ my husband Jason, 50, asked.

‘Oh God,’ I panicked, realising I’d forgotten all about our dinner.

However, this wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence.

Everyone joked that I was the forgetful one in the family.

I’d forget my own head if it weren’t attached to me!

As a nurse for South Central Ambulance Service and a mum of three – Luke, now 19, Emily, now 12, and Aimee, now 22 – I was so busy.

Who could blame me for being a little forgetful?

Only, at the beginning of 2019, things started to get a little worrying.

I’d forget to pick