Mum – you’re so straight that I get nervous when you bend. You never told me what the doctor said. Are you sure you’re alright? I’m feeling all guilty now, for going. Maybe I could’ve stayed a little longer but Gary is a mess and needed me. I thought you were fine; you always say you’re okay and don’t let on if you’re not. I don’t want you palming me off with platitudes – tell me if you’re ill or if there’s a problem. Okay? I mean it!


Love you xx




And go you on YouTube! My mother, the silver-surfer…who would’ve thought it?

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