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Last Friday our little girl had her 1st birthday, to give you an insight into what life has been like I’ll have to go back a bit further. Our little girl was indeed a miracle, everyone thinks their child is a miracle and I tend to agree but she really was. I’m no young mum, I’m 44 now with a 1 year old and having been pregnant and parented in my 20’, 30’s and 40’s I can tell you categorically that 40’s is big especially when you are for all intents and purposes flying solo for the foreseeable.

Well I started this morning with a dream that my family and I were doing a spot of decorating at home whilst admiring my sons new minicar (a Ford robin, or so it was in the dream which I've still no idea if that really exists) when all of a sudden we could hear noise outside in the garden.

The last time I saw Rob was March 22nd, the Sunday of the big announcement and the start of the official nationwide lockdown.

In 2008 my partner received a 2-year IPP, well to be precise 1 year and 288 day: he was 27 years old at the time. What I can tell you categorically is that he was guilty of the crime he was charged with and he did deserve a custodial sentence, however what he didn't deserve was a life sentence through the back door that would still be destroying all of our lives today.