I am coughing up blood. So frightened. I see Joe in my mind's eye, pale, shrivelled, fading husk of a man, dying to TB. I don't want to die.
My life is flashing before me. My childhood in Norfolk, navigating the Broads with my father an brother, my hard working mother, my happy times with Fiona, the girls, my self-destruction, Joe, Elsbeth and even Harry.
It hasn't been great much of the time, but I've also had some precious moments. Is this it - the full stop of my life - here in this council flat?
I don't feel ready to go.
I'll call Jojo and Elsbeth – they'll know what to do.
