In July 1982, our first born was a few weeks old. My Dad was a month short of his 96th birthday but he was dying, in a nursing home a short distance away from the flat in Milford. Was happy. How had we got here?
Maggie and I were married in‘79. I was trying to be an adult; doing what I was supposed to do, or so I imagined. Be responsible, get a job, make ends meet. It was hard work. Where did the romance and creativity go? Curiously, I was recruited by the East Boldre Players, an amdram group in our village. I could pretend, at least.I was at his bedside. He looked up and said; ‘They are all there, can you see?’
