19 Sunday 29 December
One of the downsides about that weird bit in between Christmas and New Year is that no-one is ever quite sure what day it is. There’s definitely one huge benefit, though: lie-ins. Until this morning, that is.
I must have been sleeping pretty lightly, because I’m woken by my phone vibrating on the bedside table as a text arrives. Bleary-eyed, I look at the screen. It’s Dad.
I swipe to unlock my phone and read the message properly, although I’ve already got a fairly decent idea.
Dad doesn’t usually text — he phones. If he’s taken the time to tap out a text message one letter at a time, it’s obviously something he wants to have some space to think over, without jumping to a reaction and saying something he’ll regret. Most likely, Mum’s there with him, helping him com
