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As I packed my seven-year-old daughter Liberty’s sleepover bag with her Labubu and toothbrush last week, I thought to myself, “It’s a miracle she’s even going.” This was no ordinary sleepover. Not only was I going too – but it was on an NHS ward in the middle of an outbreak of superflu.
We’d all just had the worst flu of our lives; Liberty and I were better, but her sister Lola, nine, was still spiking a fever of 39.9C. Things weren’t looking good on the NHS front either.