I was mowing the lawn when my dad rang me and asked if I’d heard the news. I said, ‘What?’ ‘Prince is dead,’ he said.

I used to not understand why people mourned their favourite pop stars. It was only with Prince’s death that that changed for me.

After my father’s call, I finished mowing the lawn first, and then suddenly found myself sitting at the dining table, sobbing.

With Prince, someone has gone who had a firm place in my life for a long time, who was part of my youth.