Luckily for Anthony, he got to see Mum in a dream last night. Part of me was pleased for him. I knew that was the kind thing to feel. In his dream, she walked in to our lounge and sat by the fire. She wanted to sort out my health. She had a pen and … Continue reading Five months on
‘But you don’t look sick.’
On cross country or swimming sports days, probably the athletics days too, I’d always choose a pain in the belly as my complaint. Mum wouldn’t be able to say, ‘Well, you don’t look sick.’ And as a further stroke of genius, she couldn’t prove that I didn’t have one. If she took me in to … Continue reading ‘But you don’t look sick.’