Every family has a story of sacrifice.
Missing family at Christmas, seeing grandparents through a window in a care home, partners dying without a final goodbye or a last hug from their children.
But while we all stuck to the lockdown rules, parties were being held at Downing Street as if Covid didn’t exist.
I’m an A&E doctor, and throughout the pandemic I worked shifts in hospital. I told the Prime Minister in Parliament this week how I wept behind my mask one day – ’ll never forget taking an iPad to a young mother in intensive care who was suffering complications from Covid.
On the FaceTime call were her three young children, all shouting: “Mummy, wake up, you’ve been asleep too long.” It still brings tears to my eyes.
Covid stripped the humanity out of grieving, but I am immensely proud of the work we did to support people in their darkest days.
How can the Prime Minister sleep at night, knowing that this happened under his watch, at his house?
They knew it was against the rules, they knew they couldn’t admit it, so they tried to cover it up. It is an insult to everyone who followed the rules, and it is an insult to everyone who wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to a dying loved one.
The Prime Minister is a national disgrace.
