The news of my mother in law coming up from Glasgow was greeted with the same enthusiasm those telegrams coming to the house were in WWII.
‘She’s comin’ to see her new grandchild, she’ll be able to help you.’ he told me confidently.
‘She’s 72 for fuck’s sake, man. What help will she be, truly?’ I replied. I was so tired. So very, very tired. All the time.…