“What’s up, Mum?”
“I am really missing our neighbour, summer’s stopped again and I’ve got period pains.”
“Boys and men never ever get period pains, do they?”
“That’s not fair on ladies.”
I went upstairs to clean the bathroom. When I came downstairs looking for Nurofen, there was a plate with the torn-off end of a loaf of Soreen and the last chocolate mousse on it.
“Is that for me?”
“Yeah, to cheer you up.”
“Wow, thank you.”
“Also, I recorded one of your favourite programmes for you.”
“What was that?”
“Charlie and Lola.”
I used to watch that with him when he was two or three. It must have been back then that I told him I like it.
So we curled up on the sofa and learned about hailstones and thunder and I forgot about the Nurofen (until he went to bed.)