Where shall we go? I asked him over breakfast. Nerja? I suggested. The Parador. It’s a fantasy. Two weeks away with no need to think about work and the humdrum domestic stuff of meals, washing and cleaning. It lifted me from my despondency born out of over-working and not enough sleep. We can’t do it, won’t do it but for those ten minutes I could see it. And that was nice. It was enough.
