I still remember
aged perhaps ten, Mum sadly
telling me — people
as they get older forget
how to grow, they stop learning

Both my parents had the occasional habit of talking to me when I was small, about issues which they could not possibly have believed me able to grasp — of using me almost as some kind of talking therapy for themselves. Mostly I can’t remember anything specific that was said. But this one conversation has stuck in my mind. It’s a complete mystery how I fell to remembering this, this morning, thinking about last night’s dreams. I dreamed of a colleague whom I last saw in 2012 and whom I liked tremendously. He left his job to go back to Wales. His name was Richard Allwood.


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