I felt hopeful that Paul would soon be in the clear Just as the shepherd’s pie went in the oven, I heard a key turning in the lock. ‘
‘Hi, love, good day?’
I asked my hubby Paul.
‘Not bad,’ he replied, kissing me on the cheek before going to see Oscar, now 8, and Abbie, 6.
But, over dinner, I noticed Paul, 36, was struggling to eat on one side.
‘You OK?’ I asked.
‘I just bit my tongue badly at lunchtime,’ he said, laughing it off.
Only, a week later, in December 2015, we were picking up the kids from gymnastics practice when Paul said his tongue was still sore.
I’m a nurse, so took a look. His tongue was hugely swollen on one side, bursting with pus,…
