in which my father comes back to life, only to face a ruthless assassination attempt by his faithless son… We sit either side of her, me on the piano stool, my sister in a resident’s chair that happens to be empty.

in which love arrives unexpectedly, in the form of a photograph…a photograph of a woman I recognise and yet have never seen before… It was full night when we arrived at Phil’s broken down farmhouse. Nothing had changed. In fact,

in which the end of one life signals the beginning of another, and I recall a road trip to the south of France… This is what I remember… I remember the busy corridor jammed with people. I remember the nurse, in something of a panic,

in which the story is outlined, the main characters introduced and we set off on a voyage of discovery… …maybe that’s a little grand, a gentle sea cruise then, island hopping between the vagaries of love and the challenges of care…grab a sundowner and ...