Proserpina

The doctor had finally agreed to let me go back home. I was excited; God knows I was dying to meet my children. Every day we spoke for hours, at least, Ria spoke for hours, monopolising the conversation. Piers would finally, in exasperation, snatch the phone from her and talk. Claude would also be allowed to join in where he would blow me raspberries.

Claude was now beginning to say “Mumma “ in a clearer manner. So he would also be given his time. After that I insisted on saying Hi to poor Paddy who shuffled around in the background, looking shy and indecisive. Then, of course, there was...