I stayed in bed the next day, mentally punishing myself, and listened on as my life happened without me. I heard George cry. I smelled pumpkin roasting in the oven. I heard plates being slid from cupboards, pans clattering and the mixer whizzing. I heard John get the pram from the garage and the zip of George’s little dinosaur anorak. The front door closed and off they went to the park without me. My phone buzzed.
