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 hopefully to my daughters.
It was 1999, and Kimberly, then 15, and Katharine, 14, and I were living in South Africa.
My husband Gerard and I had moved there back in 1980 when he got a job in Johannesburg.
I soon found work as an operations manager, we’d had the two girls, and life was
