There are times when France seems a million miles away from the U.K.
My Dad was treated for prostate cancer around 18 months ago but, not only is that still lurking, he has just been diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus. He’s waiting to see what treatment he’ll be offered.
I want to go over and see him but I am booked to go over at Easter anyway and, if I change my plans, it might look weird to him – as if I am fearing the worst and I don’t want him to think that. He is being very philosophical and upbeat about it all – on the surface – but it must be one of the loneliest feelings, even when you are surrounded by people, to face your own mortality and the anxiety about what the treatment will be like.
In reality, I could be on his doorstep in around 5 hours, which is about the same time it would take my sister to get there from Wales so I’ll just remember that and be grateful I didn’t move to Australia.