RED ALERT

As my phone started buzzing on my desk at home, I immediately recognised the phone number

‘It’s the nursery calling,’ I told my colleagues, as we had our virtual morning meeting in July this year.

‘I’d better take this.’ Just a few hours earlier, I’d dropped my youngest son Harris, then one, to nursery.

And as I handed him over, he seemed as content as ever.

But now, the nursery assistant seemed a little bit concerned about him.

‘Harris has blood in his nappy,’ she told me.

‘You should probably come and get him.’

Not one to panic, I wondered if Harris had maybe cut himself or was suffering from a urine infection.

‘Can you send over a photo?’ I