And I wanted it in front of his mother.
That is the whole of it and I have had fifteen months and I can say it plainly now.
Not in front of strangers. The crowd was not the point; nobody in that terminal knew who we were and nobody stopped.
I wanted Dinah Lowther to see her son do it with her own eyes, so that for the rest of my life nobody in that family could tell me I had got it wrong or exaggerated it or driven him to it.
And I had a reason for that which goes back further than this.
And the fortnight in 2021, which I have used here as my reason and which I have never set out properly.
It was not an affair. It was messages, over about six weeks, with a woman at Kettleby called Orla, and some of them were what they were.
