Leaving the hotel, I wanted to go home.
Working as a learning development manager, I delivered company training and was away a lot of the time at conferences.
So I was always keen to get back to the dog, and my husband Andy, 59.
Only as I opened my boot, and put in my overnight bag, my arm seized, and I couldn’t lift it high enough to close it.
Not again! I thought.
My arthritis had been getting worse and birthday, and now it had been going on for a few years.
