Doug’s DIARY
It’s the day after Boxing Day, as I sit typing this at the dining room table.
We have spent Christmas surrounded by family, united in love, but also by grief. Hannah’s lovely mum was taken from us by covid a couple of weeks before Christmas. There are no words to describe the sadness of such a loss; we are bereft.
Joan was the sweetest of women, as far as one could get from the stereotypical mother-in-law character that Les Dawson liked to portray.
When Hannah took me ‘home’ to meet her parents for the first time, I was more than a little anxious. I am 13 years older than Hannah, and at the time, I was living
