A walk to remember
Mar 26, 2020
3 minutes
Jane Barnes, 57, Reading
‘Here we go again,’ I thought as my hubby Steve hobbled through the front door, frowning.
It was April 2013 and, like every Tuesday, he’d been out playing football.
‘My left knee locked,’ Steve, then 50, frowned.
I was used to him arriving home feeling a bit battered.
‘Rest up and ice it,’ I smiled.
Only, as the weeks rolled on, Steve was still
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