Jan 10
10 min read
The Authentic Eclectic
The Serpents’ Tooth
Where are my feelings?
Now
My mother sits in the armchair at the care home. My father and I have driven for 30 minutes on this dark winter afternoon. Dad is still a big man, but cannot walk more than a few yards, so I have to push his wheelchair from the car park into the building. The car park is at the bottom of a long…
