My daughter Cleo, 6, marched around the garden with her watering can, leaving no flower or shrub safe from a soaking.
‘Good job,’ I told her, smiling.
It was March 2024 and Cleo loved helping me and her grandad, Alan, then 62, in the garden.
Then suddenly, she started jumping about excitedly.
‘Look Mummy! A bumble bee!’ she grinned.
Sure enough, a huge fuzzy bee landed on one of Cleo's daffodils.
She knew how much I loved bees, was always pointing them out to me.
Even when we went shopping with her dad Jamie, 36, and brother Daley, 9, she'd spot things with a picture of a bee on it.
Mugs, cushions, trinkets…
‘Mummy, you need to buy it,’ she'd say.
And most of the time, I did!
See, what…
