Heaving heavy shopping bags in the front door, I called out to my husband John.
‘Hi, love,’ I sang.
Back in July 2021, coming home from the supermarket, I barged through the door heading to the kitchen, to put all the groceries away.
But one minute, I was standing in the hallway – and then everything went black.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed.
And there was a man sat by my bedside.
‘Do you know who this is?’ a doctor asked, pointing at him.
‘His name’s John,’ I said, feeling confused. ‘But
