Picture a lady who is old enough to know better, bouncing around like Tigger on his happiest and bounciest day.
Picture the biggest smile on a child’s face.
Picture someone who can’t sit still and is yabbering on at speed and at a pitch only dogs can hear.
That’s me, right now, as I look at the illustrations created for my new children’s book.
It’s every Christmas morning rolled into one.
My baby now has a face, a colourful, beautiful face and I could kiss it – but that would be too weird.