I had a great laugh, all afternoon, and I so wish I could have seen it! On video, but also for real. What I loved best was the unintentional Mum-and-Grandma comedy duo, a sort of female Laurel and Hardy, with cheap gags and old-lady humour. I loved it, and I’m not the only one, judging by the applause from the improvised audience. Grandma was there too, for the screening, and I had the feeling that something had happened between the two of them, over there. They were . . . How can I describe it? Complicit, I think. I’d never heard them like that. Apparently, it’s Grandma who edited the videos, because Mum doesn’t have a clue and Grandma’s an I.T. whizz, but I can tell you she didn’t censor anything. It’s incredible. I want to get up and shout, Guys, that’s my mum and my grandma, and they rock!!!

Then Mum stayed with me on her own, and she kissed me and kissed me, I think, then turned the next page of my Book of Wonders. She read what was written, and she nearly wet herself. At first, I was a bit ashamed because there were things that were a bit sexual, but Mum told me that she’d find some way of fulfilling my dreams, even if she didn’t entirely approve. It was Sunday, 29 January; she gave herself two days, scout’s honour (though she never was one). Seeing what I was about to make her do, it would be good if I could give her a sign.

‘My darling, I love you, I miss you, and so does your grandmother,’ she said. ‘Come back quickly; I’m doing all this for you, to show you how beautiful life is, how much you have to live for.’

I promise, Mum, I’m going to try. You have no idea how much I want to.

The next evening, Mum told me about her first escapade. I have to say, I was blown away. I’d never have believed she’d do stuff like that. Best of all, she sounded as if she’d got a real buzz out of it and had a wicked time doing the stupid things I’d written on the page I’d called ‘I dare’ . . . A whole list.