Tuesday 21 June 1994
This afternoon I had to stop them writing more letters to Dr Claire. She has to have a chance to reply.
Axel scribbled on his pad, 'Just one more, a really tough one...'
'OK,' I said, 'Only if you're genuinely interested in the answer.'
'I yam, I yam,' he wrote in his scribble book.
I dropped off the supermarket bag full of letters at Virginia's surgery after school. Lucky I wasn't there when she opened it.
Then I scurried home and made the best of what was left of the shortest day of the year.