Christmas in our family was a long drawn-out, messy, exuberant, exhausting, and generally wonderful affair. My high-octane, beautiful, high-achieving mother, who suffered severely from gult at not being a stay-at-home-mum like her sisters-in-laws and church acquaintances and friends, began her Christmas preparations on Remembrance Day. My brother and I, primed for work the night before, [...]
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By the beginning of June, my daughter, Xan, is ill with gastroenteritis and tonsillitis. Too many times I’ve had to call the English speaking Dr. Brioso to the flat on Avenida Ciudad de Ronda. He brings her sweets and tells me to give her coca-cola—anything to get her to eat and drink. Nothing he does [...]
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