Splashing about in the paddling pool, I saw my mother, Ruth, walk into the garden.
At just five years old, I noticed a man and a little girl behind Mum.
‘This is Wayne and his daughter, Bridget*,’ Mum smiled.
My mum was a social butterfly and always had people over.
‘Hi Bridget. Want to come in the pool?’ I asked. ‘I have spare swimmers.’
‘Yes please!’ she beamed.
While Bridget and I played, Mum and Wayne soaked up the sun on the patio.
When I was growing up, Mum and I were best friends. My
