I’ve had a few random out of body experiences this week. One of which was being sat next to a police dog handler called “Daz” in his police car, in Cleveland, during the middle of the night racing along a motorway chasing a stolen car, at high speed with the “blues and twos” screeching out and nearly running over a fox.

If you can’t imagine it, just know I was holding on to the side of my seat for dear life while pushing down hard with my right foot wishing I had a brake pedal in front of me in the passenger seat. It feels rather uncomfortable when every rule of the Highway Code is thrown out of the window, even in a situation like this. So not only was I moving at high speed but my mind was racing too.

It made me think about my family, how much they meant to me and whether or not I had everything in order should anything happen.

Morbid I know, but you’d have thought the same if you were sat where I was.

It was quite coincidental that Michael and I had decided to talk to someone about our will this week. It has been on our minds for a while and so we were pleased we’d finally got our acts together and done something about it.

After much frivolity about how we’d like a clause saying if something happened to one of us, the other was not permitted to get married again, we were given lots to think about with regard to our children, finances and what really is at the heart of us; the Underwoods.

So yes, I had another out of body experience while in that meeting imagining I was no longer here and what I would still want for my family.

At some stage or other, I guess we have to think about the legacy we want to leave for our loved ones and one thing’s for sure, I am so proud of the little family unit I am part of.