January 27th, 2004


No-one ever really dies.

The stepson has the same cold as I do.

Now when he was young, Anne used to make him some comfort food when he wasn't well. Nothing complicated -- instant mash, some cheese and an egg, all melted/cooked together. He loved it. He misses it.

I just told him how to make it.

He's so pleased. He said "I didn't think I'd ever be able to have this again." A bowl in his lap and a big happy smile on his face.

I feel good now.