Even as they held hands and walked in unison down Hope street to their front door all  Faith could see were the stains he could not remove on the tea cups his mother had bought in Ripon Cathedral on one of her days out with her friend who knitted hessian baskets for Help The Heroes, after her son died from lack of proper equipment.
…the doctor said it was not stomach cancer as she had insisted but the wrong medication she was on, and that she needed to eat properly…
He would start his novel: “Old people despised experts and believed what they wanted to believe.” Then the battery went on his phone and he wished he had learnt how to write with pen and paper.