TRAPPED!
Apr 16, 2020
5 minutes
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Switching off the telly, I sighed to myself. Alone again, I thought.
It was 23 January, and my husband Francesco, 61, had been away all day.
Working as a carer, he often had to do 48-hour shifts.
He’d been gone since 7.30am and was only due back home the following day.
I missed him terribly when he was away, but I was so proud of the work he was doing.
Now, at around 9.30pm, I’d grown bored of the telly.
‘I guess I’ll have an early night,’ I said to myself, heading up to the bedroom.
Slipping into my pyjamas, I decided to listen to some music on my MP3 player to help me fall asleep.
I listened to it most nights, the sounds of Scooter helping me drift off.
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