Gosh it was hard seeing Mum with no hair.
I mean I know she got the shitty end of the stick, so I smiled and laughed and didn't stare. But she did not look like Mum. Broke my heart.
The hat pushed back on her head was knitted by Limey. She wears it all day every day inside, she loves the feel and colour and style of it. Big up Mrs Yarn, who would not accept a penny in return.
When she goes out she has her wig and looks beautiful.
In Friars Square, the local shopping centre, where she insisted on buying me a travel sized bottle of mouthwash as I'd finished mine. For my hospital bag. Even though I am never not ever going back to hospital again.
In Morrisons, where we went for breakfast. I ate all Dad's toast (because he ordered it and felt too full) and drank so much tea I had to refuse the lovely Mr Carruther's offer of a hot drink about an hour later.
I do love her.