As Candice and I stand side stage awaiting the winners announcement, I start to fidget with my various volcanic eruptions. The red feathers are begging to be ripped off and the more I move about, the more it all itches and irritates me.

Maybe it's just my nerves, they are being stretched and extorted to my very limits tonight. I am starting to wonder whether I actually have an anxiety disorder because this is becoming a constant issue. Maybe I'm more like my mum than I think?

I swallow down that worrying thought and focus on the scene before me.

I take some affirming breaths and mentally slap myself. This...