Saturday, 18 February 2012 8:18 p.m. by
RenewBrighton
It's a day that will no doubt be filled with 400,000 stories of 'what if'. Mine, like many others, starts similarly. It was a grey dreary day, I was at home with my children. The heavy clouds blanketed the city, it was easy to change our plans. My daughter slept, longer than usual, and rather than rouse her from her beautiful sleep (as would usually happen when catering to the first child's needs) I thought -let her be. So we stayed at home rather than going in to t ...