Enjoying a glorious summer’s morning in July 2015, I was outside laying out a few books on a blanket for the kids at nursery.
I loved my job as a nursery nurse, caring for the little ones, even though I had my own kids, Mark, 17, Alisha, 10, Freya, 8, and Charlie, 3, at home.
I was just finishing up in the garden when...
‘Ouch!’ I cried suddenly, slapping my right arm as I felt the painful prick of an insect bite.
I rubbed the small red bump on the inside of my right wrist and went inside to pop some cream on it.
‘There’s loads of mosquitoes about,’ sighed my colleague, Yasmin, 18, looking at my wrist and pulling up her trouser leg, revealing six huge bumps.
‘I know,…
