Identity Crisis……
Last week I was very confused. On Monday, my mum went back to England. As I stood at the airport, watching her go through security (after she had chatted up the guy checking I.D’s), I felt the instant sense of being alone that you can only really feel at an airport. It was almost like being back in 1968, when I was an 8 year old kid she left standing on the steps at Boarding School, only this time I wasn’t the one crying, she was.