The invisible enemy
Dec 22, 2020
2 minutes
Bending down to scoop up my 18-month-old daughter Lottie for a hug, I let out an agonised yelp.
‘I can’t even pick up my own baby!’ I sobbed to my husband Tom, then 34.
It was August 2018 and my aching joints had highlighted yet another seemingly
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