My mother had a stroke when she was 84 and still very independent. One Saturday morning, completely out of the blue, a blood vessel in her brain ruptured and her old way of life ended.
I visited her quite a lot, most of my time spent running errands and spoiling her because she liked the attention and I liked to give it. Sometimes we’d go through old photographs, some days were spent just watching middle class white people kill each other on ITV3. I found that kind of dull.