‘Mum! Danielle here, have you got the photos?’
‘Do I know you?’
‘I’m your daughter. Come to natter. Like I do every day. The carers will bring in tea and cake soon.’
Miriam could’ve sworn it was her carers visiting daily.
‘It’s not been great today, has it, Mum?’ Danielle takes Miriam’s hand.
Miriam likes this. This would do for today.