My daughter lives 183 miles away. I haven’t seen her since February. I don’t know when I’ll see her again. She’s all I have, and is my reason to live. She keeps me going when depression tries to drag me under. I miss her more than words can say.

I have followed the guidelines to the letter. Stayed at home to save lives. My life, my daughter’s life. Seen others on the news stopped by the police and deservedly sent back from whence they came, whilst shaking my head at their abject stupidity and selfishness.

Yet I am expected to calmly accept the total hogwash we were subjected to yesterday. From a man so devoid of remorse, so arrogant in his flouting of the rules and contemptuous of those who have been deprived of, and sadly in so many cases have lost, their loved ones.

Expected to just brush it under the carpet along with his disgusting attempt at justifying his actions. Expected to actually feel sorry for him, because, awww poor Dominic Cummings is the victim in all this. Then to add insult, having to listen to Johnson and Gove cheerleading.

I don’t like the word hate. But right now I hate Dominic Cummings, Boris Johnson and the rest of this devious, immoral, untrustworthy gang of Tory liars with a passion. There must be a reckoning when the crisis is over, you must be held accountable for the mess you have created.