Fish, cabbage and Tom Jones
The smell of fish and cabbage hit me as soon as I arrived. Nan was sitting in her usual chair by the window, eyes expressionless. Her mind now far away along with her memories and everything she knew. Still my Nan though, so I came regularly to see her. The staff knew me and greeted me “Hello, Claire. How’s work?” and “Hi Claire, George had a birthday today so there’s cake in the kitchen if you want some”. I sat down next to Nan holding her hand. She looked right through me but didn’t take her hand away. A Tom Jones song came on the radio and suddenly Nan was singing along. “I kissed him once down on the seafront at Swansea” she laughed. “Really?” I said. “Oh yes, Claire, before he was famous.” Hearing her say my name again warmed my heart and I silently thanked Tom Jones