I rubbed my hands together as I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching my two boys, Patrick, five, and Thomas, two, play with their toy cars.
“Gosh, it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it,” I said.
I got up, lit the fireplace, and then moved the fire guard in front for safety.
“Make sure you stay at this side of the mat,” I said to the boys, pointing at the edge furthest from the fire.
“Okay, Daddy,” they said.
It was 2021, and I was looking after the boys alone while my wife, Sam, was at work as a nurse.
The boys played for two more hours before I noticed their eyes getting heavy.
“Right, bedtime,” I said. “I’m just going to shut the gate.”
The gate was…