Dashing in from the cold, I took off my coat and closed the door behind me. ‘I’m back,’ I called to my husband Richard, then 33. It was February 2023 and I’d just dropped our daughter April, then six, at school. Slipping off my boots, I was greeted by Richard and our youngest, Luke, then 21 months, who welcomed me with a grin and cuddle. ‘I’ve only been gone a few minutes,’ I laughed, cuddling him back.
‘HE LET OUT AN AGONISING SCREAM’
As he toddled after me, giggling, I headed for the kitchen. ‘Fancy a cup of tea?’ I asked Richard, who was working as an IT technician from home in the living room. Clinking two
