Separation is separation. I thought I was going to die. I was sweating at night like I had malaria. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. My whole body was just weak. I even went to the doctor. Dr Lawrie in Camberwell. He looked at me like I was mad and said malaria-carrying mosquitos were “quite rare” in London. Anyway, I had no choice but to believe that my affliction was love.’
