Blog of August 6, 2012

It was almost ten o’clock when I got to Jan and Jack’s, and I was stressed, exhausted and starving.

Jan opened the door.

“She has a brain tumour,” I blurted. “I’m scared, Jan.” Tears were welling up in my eyes.

“Come on in,” she said. “We’ll get some scotch down you, then I’ll make you a meal.”

Extract from my book WILL YOU TELL HER, OR SHALL I? A true story. Available on www.booksthepublishersmissed.com.

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