The nearer your destination

I hope the snow in the south-east clears soon, because I want to go and visit my mother at the weekend (not only because it’s Mothering Sunday, but because I love her and I’m worried about her), and it’s not looking promising. We’re all phoning her every day to prevent her losing her power of speech through lack of use, but I’m sure she’d like physical company too. She’s seeing ghosts again, which means she’s lonely. She saw my father very clearly, but he dematerialised before she could speak to him. I wish we lived nearer each other.

Changing the subject, isn’t Wikipedia fun? I’ve had a lovely time correcting typos.