Unfortunately, there has been a glut of deaths and bereavement in my practice. 

I suppose, in sympathy, that got me missing my mum.

I decided to flick through a stack of her old letters to me.

“It’s about 3am and here I am, inspired to write after a very early and good bowel movement … a pastime I indulge in religiously in my old age. It is one of the most important movements I’m involved in at age 82. But I won’t go into that now.”