This seems the time to come clean about what’s really happening in our lives.
My son-in-law Phil – the husband of my daughter, and father of those twin boys – has been given only days – at most a week or two, to live. He’s never had much of a mention on this blog and it’s tough that this is how he’s introduced to you.
We hadn’t been back in England long when he was diagnosed with cancer. With a mixture of surgery, treatment, chemotherapy and sheer bloody-mindedness he kept it more or less at bay, though never defeated it. Suddenly last week, cancer took over, irrevocably.
He and my daughter have – or had till yesterday – a respected and successful voice-over business, which they’ve temporarily closed with immediate effect, though my daughter will relaunch it.