Having a parent tell you how frightened they are that they might die is so horrible. Even worse when I have no idea what to say in return. It should be something reassuring, but what can you say?
Back in London for a few days, the aim being to relieve a little stress before all the work really kicks in. My mum and sister are in Rome for a few days, so the house is all mine. I'm lazing around and listening to The Beatles.