November 24th, 1989

November 24th, 1989

At Sebastian’s, Luton

Friday night in Luton! Fortunately, it was much better than it sounds!

Quiet day at home reading and catching up with what seemed like mountains of washing. Another long walk with Tini, no wonder he loves me so much!

Dad got home just after five and asked if I had any plans.

“I do, actually.”

“Good. Where’re you going?”


“Let me guess. Party?”

I laughed. “You’re good at this.”

It was nice to see dad smile.

“Sebastian is throwing a surprise birthday party for his friend Adam. I think it’s Adam’s thirtieth.”

“You need younger pals,” dad laughed.

“Definitely,” I joked.

“So you probably won’t be home tonight.”

“I already asked Sebastian if I could stay.”

“That’s good, I don’t want you on the roads in the early hours. They’re saying the temperatures are going to drop drastically tonight.”

“I’m not surprised, it was bitter again today.”

“How was mum? Did you get a chance to talk to her?”

“I did. She actually got up for a few hours.”

Dad looked surprised. “Really?”

“Uh-huh, we had lunch together. Mum said she was dying for fish and chips so I ran over to the chippie.”

Dad smiled widely. “I’m chuffed to hear that.”

“Won’t it be lovely when mum is back to being her usual self?”

“Aye, it will that,” dad said, looking pensive.

“I don’t think it’ll be too long before that happens.”

“Do ye no?”

I nodded my head. “I noticed a big change in mum today. You know the more she talks, the better she’s feeling.”

“Aye, that’s true.”

I looked at my watch. “I better get going. I promised Sebastian I’d help him set everything up before the birthday boy arrives.”

“Ok, hen. Enjoy yourself. Drive safe.”

I kissed his cheek. “Thanks, dad. Hope you have a nice evening. I’ll just run upstairs and say bye to mum before I leave.”


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