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There’s a photograph of me sitting on our bench after a long day working in the walled garden. My head is thrown back, my deerhound Etti is trying to lick my face, and Andy is sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders. Our daughter Eve took it, probably to pretend for a moment at least that everything was normal. I look happy and relaxed. …
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