It’s chilly and getting dark when I arrive at my mother’s. Her door, as often, is “on the latch”, even though it was at least an hour ago that I rang to say I was on my way over. But she’s in good spirits and fusses over me a bit. “Why do they keep you so late?” she demands. “Don’t they think you’ve got a home to go to? I’ll get you a cup of tea.”
Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2007/oct/20/familyandrelationships.family
My mother has been summoned to a new department of the NHS. Orthotics is so new to me I don’t know what it is or why she’s been summoned. But it is obviously important. I’ve had to move the appointment twice and they swiftly pursue me with alternative dates. My guess is that it’s something to do with her knees, which have become increasingly creaky. She’s always shocked when they crack as she gets up and down. “Did you hear that!” she says indignantly. “My bones!”
Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2007/oct/06/familyandrelationships.family9
I welcome the inquest into Diana’s death. Hopefully we’ll finally be able to tie up some still-dangling threads.
Most people I know affect a fashionable ennui around Diana these days. The line is that the mourning of Diana was mass hysteria, interest in her life unhealthy and, in particular, any interest in the details of her death the morbid obsessions of conspiracy theorists. In relation to the inquest in to her death, which opens today, the general line is what on earth more could we ever find out about a drunken car crash? So am I the only person left in the UK who thinks that an inquest into the death of Princess Diana, might, if done properly, actually be quite useful?
Full article: http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2007/oct/02/dianatheunansweredquestions