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MONDAY 24 AUGUST – 5:35pm
Today ’ s the day. Barely any food in the garage. So little left.
‘ Do you know what day it is today? ’ I ask Stuart. He just looks at me, blank, so I answer for him. ‘ August bank holiday. ’
He ’ s been dozing again, and it takes him a while to respond. ‘ That ’ s right, ’ he says. Bloody hell, he sounds about seventy. ‘ Weren ’ t we going to go away? Didn ’ t you want to take the kids to Cornwall this week? ’
‘ We could still go, ’ I tell him. ‘ Hop in the car, drive down to the coast... ’
He starts to laugh, but the laughs quickly turn to coughs. Soon his noise fills the whole house.
So tired. We ’ re all so tired.
Stuart thought I didn ’ t understand. He didn ’ t think I realised how serious our situation was, but I knew right from the start, s
