Dah da dah dah dadadada dahhhhhhhh!
And so forth.
It is the day before Christmas Eve. Ac is still in bed. Finally, he has a lie in. Unfortuately he has the doctor at 8.50, but it's only a short step round to there.
The house is a bombsite. My get up and go is wrapped in the numbness of not having Rich here, which is making life tricky. I can carry on as long as the child is around.
And he calls.