Jumping off the lounge, I was pleased when my husband, Chris, then 53, walked through the door.
‘How was your day? Tell me everything!’
I asked, enthused.
It was March 2020, and we’d just gone into lockdown due to the COVID-19 outbreak.
Sadly, my business as a massage therapist wasn’t considered an essential service, so I had to temporarily shut up shop.
But Chris, a traffic controller, and our daughter, Casey, 22, a childcare worker, were still going to work. Her fiancé, Brad,
