DAY BY DAY
Switching on the tap, I called out to my son.
‘Freddy! Your bath will be ready in a minute!’ I said.
It was March 2019, and Freddy, nine, and his older sisters Kyra, 20, and Amber, 17, were downstairs watching telly.
As the youngest, though, Freddy needed an early night – he had school the next day.
As I waited for him, I ran my hands under
