My eyes had only just snapped open and already I was filled with a rush of excitement. It was nearly Christmas, and, just like in the film Frozen , me and my four-year-old sister Sandra had built a snowman the day before.
I couldn’t wait to go outside to see if it was still standing.
But there was something else I wanted to see, too…
‘I’m going to see the angels,’ I told my mum, Joan, now 77, rushing around our Cheshire home collecting my hat, gloves and coat.
‘Oh, really?’ Mum said, squeezing my feet into a pair of Wellington boots.
‘Mmmmm,’ I nodded. ‘They came to visit me in my room last night. They said they loved the snowman we built.’
‘OK, Lynnette,’ she laughed.
Angel prints
Stepping…
