I chose to isolate with my husband NOT my kids

It’s been three months now since I made one of the hardest decisions of my life – to leave my children alone in London and head 400 miles to Scotland to lock down with my husband.

I thought I might be leaving them for a month, possibly six weeks – but, as the weeks stretch into months, I have no idea when I’ll see them again.*

In a million years, this wasn’t something I’d have imagined I’d have to do. Since my journalist husband Gary moved to Glasgow for work in 2016, we’ve settled into an agreeable ‘living apart together’ set-up, in which he spends about one weekend in three in London, and I divide my life into one-third in Scotland, two-thirds