Sifting through the mail, there was one from my GP practice.
You’re invited for a smear test, it read.
I groaned. Having a smear test was the last thing I wanted.
In January 2020, Covid was popping up on the news and I was worried – I didn’t want to risk catching it or giving it to my children Kaiden, 15, Kacey, 12, and Isabella, seven.
Besides, I hadn’t had any symptoms of anything funny going on down below.
I’ll get round to it, I thought, popping it down on the side.
Only as soon as I put the letter down, I promptly forgot about it.
Suddenly we were in a global lockdown and a smear test became the least of my worries.
My partner Martin, 42, worked away – it was just me looking after the children, which was a lot.
Sat at the table helping the kids with online school, trying to make sure they