Mother Was Here

Mother was here over the weekend. We quarreled once or twice. We always do. It was mostly my fault. I am such a bad daughter. Such a disappointment. She came to help me tidy her flat - a spring-clean in the depths of winter. She ended up doing most of the house work herself. So I am now in possession of a bright, shiny new flat.

It is so cold here. My heart feels like a block of ice in my chest and my blood is freezing in my veins.

Debate of the week: should we arm the police in the light of the recent murders of two probationary police officers in Bradford?