DOUBLE BLOW
Lying in the sun, I spread out on my towel face down, keen to soak up some rays.
‘Who wants to rub my back?’ I asked, gesturing to my daughters.
It was 1999, and Kimberly, 15, and Katharine, 14, and I were living in South Africa.
My husband Gerard and I had moved there in 1980 when he got a job in Johannesburg.
I soon found work as a hairdresser, we’d had the two
