I’ve just stumbled across my Mum in tears. As she types, the Save the Children ad is on the TV. Lots of incredibly cute children. None of them in very happy places Coincidences are sometimes handy.
For she was planning a flippant post about Christmas Jumper Day. After all, the wearing of a jumper (other than those of a very fine knit cashmere) is something she would ordinary never contemplate. Others conspired to put her off course, as I brought home a letter from school announcing my involvement in Christmas Jumper Day. Knowing I would relish it, she popped out to get me a perky pullover.
Next Daddy needed one.