There are some weekends that are really not very nice. We had a spate of ghastly-hot weather, and everyone was talking water restrictions. Belinda rang me because there were bushfires on the outskirts of Sydney. Nothing near me. Never near me. I live far too inner-city for that. But she rang me to check that things were okay.
I guess it was all that stuff that’s been happening around her; she wasn’t her usual calm and managing self. And she always worries about me when she gets disorganised. This has been happening since I was five. She would get nightmares about things that went wrong with me, although back then it was jumping off her bit of the double bunk and being bitten by dogs.
The double bunk thing was a genuine concern, because I used to put my dressing gown on backwards like a c
