It was a Saturday night and I was on air at QVC until midnight. When I got back to my dressing room, I noticed the light was flashing on my answerphone. It was my partner Chris, and the message started, "No need to panic…”, so of course you instantly do, “but we’re at A&E”.
It transpired that our daughter Sophie, while trying to jump a drainage pipe on her bike, had gone over the handlebars and broken her arm.
I arrived at the hospital an hour and a half later, just as she was going to have her cast put on. They'd been there since 8.30pm, which was funny really as they'd spent their Saturday night in casualty rather than watching Casualty on TV.
Sophie’s arm was fine, but the experience left its mark on her. A few months later she was in her bedroom with the door shut and some very sombre music playing. I peeped in, and saw she had several soft toys lined up on the floor, some with bandages and plasters on, and one in the process of being ‘stitched up’ along its tummy after an operation!!
I thought this may have led to a career in medicine, but no, she’s in a girl band now – more of that later!