The last thing my father said to me before he married his childhood sweetheart, a year after my mother died, was: ‘I should have married her in the first place — then I would have had better children.’
Thanks for the memory, Dad. But then looking back, I remember few occasions when all was blissful harmony between my parents in their 45-year marriage.
Nor was the dig at me unusual. My younger brother got off relatively lightly, but then my