Mother returned from her trip tonight. It was lovely to see her again. Apparently time away from Father and in the warm of the African sun did her well. She was in Egypt! I spent the entire night asking her questions about it. Egypt was my first love, and although I’ve never been given the chance to travel there, I feel as though I am a native. As a child, I absorbed every book, every television programme and every picture of the area. It fueled my desire to explore.

I’m very grateful for the opportunity to hear about her adventures. She of course, asked me about my own. I feel as if I owe her more details, and I really need to discuss my concerns with someone, but I am unsure if it is wise.