I am in a flat with a friend and my old dog Dilwyn waiting for someone to return. I am anxious.
Who or what are we expecting?
We see a figure at the front door window- is this my childhood home? It's Mum , but it's late, and why is she here?
She hasn't knocked. She is on the mobile (she doesn't have a mobile). Her face is heavily made up, with bright red lips. she looks younger, different. glamorous somehow. She has been out somewhere mysterious.
I rush to clear up because the place is in a mess.