SHE JUST HAS TO GO
My son, Josh, six, rushed out of class one day, smiling.
‘Mum, I’ve made a friend,’ he cried. ‘His name’s Max!’
‘That’s great,’ I said.
‘Can he come over?’
‘I’ll ask his mum,’ I said.
On Saturday, the boys played while Max’s mum and I chatted. Julia told me she’d been married three times and had left Max’s dad
