Making my mum a cup of tea, I sat next to her on the sofa. There was something important we needed to discuss – and it wasn’t going to be easy. My mum Rosemary, then 91, lived alone in a remote part of Wales and had a carer visit her daily. I lived in London, working as a semi-retired journalist. My sister Julia and our brother John lived in London too, and we’d take turns visiting Mum as often as we could. Despite her age, Mum remained fiercely independent and self-reliant – she hated a fuss, and liked to do everything herself.
‘THERE WERE DOZENS OF BANK PAYMENTS’
And that
