Popping a couple of paracetmol, I snuggled down next to my son Joseph on the sofa.
How are you feeling?’ I asked him, gently feeling his forehead.
He just groaned in response.
Working as a nurse at Birmingham Children’s Hospital, when the pandemic hit back in 2020, I’d expected to get Covid at some point.
I just never imagined it would be on a family camping trip rather than at work.
When we all caught the virus in August last year, me and my daughter Lydia, eight, got off lightly – I just had a bit of headache and we were both quite fatigued and tired.
But Joseph, 11, and my husband Ben, 46, were really poorly with it.
Being asthmatic, it was a rough couple of weeks for Joseph especially.
Thankfully though, we all recovered and before too long, started testing negative and were free to leave the house.
I was left with a lingering cough though.
I thought, coughing and spluttering every few
