Look, I shall be 80 next year. This morning I couldn't spare the time to put my lipstick on because at present it goes all over my face and I have to start again.   Yes, I am grieving the loss of my dear first-born child, but I am so heartened by all the loving messages that are coming from people I have not yet met, although I believe I know every inch of the way from my home to Hull and Grimsby hospitals, and only wish I had either been born with wings or that every other road user would get out of the ****ing way and let Woja's brother-in-law drive without having to use French expletives to get me wherever he is taking me on a particular day. Roll on Monday when I and Roger's family can meet all the wonderful people who have been so important to him throughout his troubled years.   I love you all, and promise there will be some treats for you on the day. Bring a tissue.

With love,
Woja's Mum