by Elyse Couch
Anne’s body was tilting further and further forwards. I could see her nose getting closer to the stage in front of her, and I wasn’t the only one who had noticed. Richard Madeley and Judy Finnigan, who were on stage talking about Richard’s new book, were eyeing her nervously. Eventually, I realised that Anne was sound asleep. I jumped out of my seat at the side of the room and gently pushed her sleeping body upright in her chair. The talk carried on and Anne continued to sleep.