As I see it…time and memory
The concept of time weighs heavily with me, even before that crisp August morning. The day you, Mum, died. 29 August, 2017. Judgement day. Image eleven – Mum on her...
As I see it…sight
As you’ve read, I’ve got pretty crappy eyesight. Mum writes in her journal, July 1967, when I’m 18 months old: I feel for him so, although it doesn’t worry him...