John Harris, 56, Milton Keynes
Sitting down in the living room watching TV with my wife Karla, then 29, I heard our kids upstairs.
‘Noisy lot,’ I grinned, listening to Johnson, then 12, Kale, 10, and Indiana, 6, singing and laughing.
It was April 2020 and we’d been in lockdown for weeks.
With me on furlough, juggling homeschooling, and Karla working as a carer, it was down to me to keep everyone fed and happy.
‘We have to write a poem or a song about COVID-19 for homework,’ Indiana had announced to us.
Kale had offered to help, with Johnson soon joining in.
Karla and I were thrilled it was keeping them distracted.
Johnson had played French horn for five years, and Kale played the piano and guitar, as did…