I phoned Willa today, I don’t know why, I just thought I’d pop in and see her for a chat. I didn’t mention it to Mum, she seemed really relieved when I told her that Willa and I had decided not to see each other every week. At the time, I thought Mum had a right cheek, considering that she was the one who insisted I go. But now I can see that it’s taken a weight of her mind – me behaving a bit more like the rest of her children (although I still resent this and the notion of normality), but anyway, I didn’t want to worry her about wanting to see Willa. I’m going on Friday.