Sue Griffiths,
30,
Cannock
Arriving home after a weekend in Blackpool, we were exhausted.
‘Shall we get a takeaway for dinner?’ I asked my partner, Paul, 42.
It was 21 August last year. My girl Angel, from a previous relationship, 10, Paul’s two kids, 12 and 8, and our daughter Isabella, 3, agreed.
‘I fancy Chinese,’ Paul said.
Angel and one of my stepdaughters shared a Chinese chicken curry and egg fried rice.
Only, the next morning, Angel didn’t feel well.
‘Mum, my tummy hurts,’ she groaned.
I thought she had a bug, but, two days later, she was being violently sick. She had diarrhoea, too, and couldn’t even keep down water. Then I saw blood in her stools…
‘I’m taking you to the doctor,’ I told her.
At the…
