In one of the photos I’m sitting next to Dad in the yellow leather sofa in the living room. It looks as if he’s saying something nice to me. We’ve still got that sofa, but Dad no longer sits in it. In another picture we’ve settled down in the green rocking-chair in the conservatory. That picture has hung out here ever since Dad died. I’m sitting in the green rocking-chair now. I’m trying not to rock because I’m writing in a large exercise book. Later on, I’ll enter it all on to Dad’s old...
