DAY BY DAY
May 07, 2020
3 minutes
Switching on the tap, I called out to my son.
‘Freddy! Your bath will be ready in a minute!’ I said.
It was March 2019, and Freddy, nine, and his older sister Amber, 16, were downstairs watching telly.
My eldest daughter Kyra, 19, was away at university.
As I waited for Freddy, I ran my hands under the water, checking the temperature.
All of a sudden, I felt a strange sensation in
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