A prisoner in my own body
Placing a steaming mug of hot tea and a sandwich on the bedside table, my husband leaned over to give me a kiss. ‘Call if you need me,’ Tony, then 60, said and I sighed as he closed the door behind him.
‘Another day of Homes Under The Hammer ,’ I said to myself. It was April 2018 and a few weeks earlier, I’d broken my leg. Yet, while most people would be able to struggle into work on crutches, I was bedridden because I was so overweight at 20st 2lb and a size 24. The added burden
